Dara Khan’s review published on Letterboxd:
The second time through this, I dropped everything else I was doing, took a deep breath, paid attention. Dividends were paid in full.
Sakamoto is an artist of great conscience, facing down his own mortality, as well as man's increasing destruction of the Earth, with a quiet, dignified pluckiness. Although the middle section wanders a little as it explores his musical past, it's nonetheless worthwhile to simply spend time with a singular artist as he gets lost in his process. Sakamoto talks of Tarkovsky's great reverence for creating films as sonic landscapes; in doing so, he handily describes his own encompassing style. This is the biographical documentary as it should be: filled with love and conscience, with structure following naturally from its subject, rather than the other way around.