Haynes’s film intermittently hits upon a few original ways of representing its ripped-from-the-headlines mandate.
All the feminist virtue-signaling in the world can’t conceal the film’s creative conservatism.
Much of the power of this set is in the band’s intuitive ability to imbue their songs with new dimensions of subtlety.
Many of the album’s best moments find the band in near-prog terrain.
The film is good enough to redeem the bad taste that lingered from its predecessors but too uninspired to make one want more.
This time capsule of bohemian New York distorts its representation of the city for reasons more loving than lazy.