Ed Gonzalez’s review published on Letterboxd:
There's a great scene in this film where a boy proclaims that making friends is as easy as going up to them and asking them for their friendship. He puts this belief immediately into action, approaching two boys, one who's white (like him) and one's black, who accept his friendship and eventually bop their heads to his ingratiating but unmistakably earnest beatboxing. Later in the film, a white man and black man talk drunkenly about race in America, the black man reaching out to another white man, a stranger to him, and encouraging him not to call his girlfriend while he's inebriated. These men could be grown-up versions of the boys from the earlier scene, and the remarkable, rather holistic, magic of this lovely film is how all the little human stories that Albert Maysles peers in on in between don't just attest to a nation's sense of yearning but to a belief that our capacity for common decency ain't dead yet. Read a tweet by 45 today? Watch this film and heal thyself.