Redfern’s review published on Letterboxd:
The Hour of Liberation Has Arrived is one of those films, beamed from the edge of the world maybe—the beginning of a story which is also, sadly, the end of a story; radical, forged in desperation, yet resolute against the world. The stated mission of the film's subjects is revolution, but what this exactly means is not something we can take as self-evident. Indeed, I think it necessary to make the complaint that their application of certain Marxian categories to their situation in a universal manner is problematic. But perhaps this is only nominally the case; for as the narrative continues we are shown the multitude of ways in which these revolutionaries are working through the contradictions of their culture and rapidly modernising against the will of the British oppressors, revealing the particulars of their nomadic society with an adept analysis of the steps needed for their praxis to make effective and lasting change. These people are beautiful. Their courage and their love for each other, combining with the film's utopian form, acts as the most glorious determinate negation of the currently-existing, the exploitation of colonialists, the bombings of fighter jets. Yes, art is precisely this salve: what could be, what can be; it is the spirit of a forgotten people, forgotten no longer.