I can't say I preferred this to The Act of Killing, but very little could have beaten that. I can say, however, that this documentary is still extraordinary, though a massive change of pace for Oppenheimer. For at least 75% of the film's runtime, all the sound, dialogue or otherwise, is underscored by what sounds like ambient field recordings of crickets and fireflies at night. The effect is intoxicating.
This film showed me something I have never seen before, and I'm not sure if my soul can take it.
This rattles you down to your purest, most elemental form of self. It blurs the line between fiction and reality in a way I have seen no other piece of art do before.
It's one of the greatest films I've ever seen.