Not Leonard Maltin’s review published on Letterboxd:
D: Kon Ichikawa. Once compromised by edited versions that diminished its power, epic documentary about the 1964 Olympics is artistically mentionable in the same breath as Leni Riefenstahl’s OLYMPIA—and without the Hitler baggage. Though Ichikawa had over a hundred Tohoscope cameras at his disposal, result is less a reportorial chronicle than a sensory agony/ecstasy portrayal set against panoramic crowd shots. Broad jumpers compete on a messy, muddy track and a lonely runner from Chad finds himself . . . somewhere . . . in downtown Tokyo. CinemaScope.