Curtis makes interesting films and digs up some fascinating footage. And yet, what he offers up is profoundly orthodox, explicit, postmodernism with a capital

Curtis makes interesting films and digs up some fascinating footage. And yet, what he offers up is profoundly orthodox, explicit, postmodernism with a capital P: the music, visuals, world view, narrative style, overlapping narratives, the intertextuality. My sense is that he is somehow simultaneously frustrated and altogether too pleased with the fact that this is the best story he can tell. That is, that everything is connected in a bewildering, unknowable number of ways and nobody has any real new understanding as to how best to move forward beyond the old paradigms that trap us. He frequently criticises the left for not having any new ideas—with some merit. Ultimately, however, neither does he.