Scott Reynolds’s review published on Letterboxd:
Ended Thanksgiving with this masterpiece. Watched it with my daughter. It’s become this movie that I seem, lately, to be revisiting every year of late. My daughter loved it. She had no idea what she was about to settle into.
Like a series of live paintings, vividly brought to life. Almost like Kubrick bought a time machine (while using futuristic nasa lenses). And the heart of it all is a man with aspirations of becoming something more, but like today’s reality stars, that is all he is. Until he gets a son, though even then, it’s almost more the narrator who tells us what a great father Barry is. The narrator leads and follows the story for us and offers our only link to the innards of these characters. Again, a masterpiece that is rewarding upon each new watch.