Luke Robinson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Can a film that didn't exist influence the culture? It seems impossible, but watching the stunning footage salvaged here it's as impossible not to see the works of Lynch, Refn, Strickland, Hawley and a whole lot of others who would not come for years. This film would be a touch point, we're it not incorporeal.
As a documentary this is simplistic and surface level, not very incisive about the personalities or the technical elements. It's best feature is that it mostly gets out if the way of Clouzot and let's his footage finally play. There probably isn't a film there, but there are images well worthy of remembrance. I would love for Bill Morrison to take a crack at constructing this thing.