I thoroughly enjoyed this documentary. It had a dream-like quality to it. Musing on films which have changed the way we look at movies. The presentation was beautifully executed and interspersed with some thougtful imagery. It has given me a long list of films to watch and reminded me of some to rewatch. I am a little puzzled by the other reviews of this as I really enjoyed the narration.

It's always nice seeing montages of film clips, if only to discover new treats. I watched a third of this on 1.5x speed, which made Cousins' monotonous, slow narration sound vaguely more normal. But then the clips were too fast. Cousins really is a pompous dousche. He describes the opening credits of Deadpool as if we need to be told that they're somehow edgy or different. He explains that they 'pushed the boundaries of comedy' or something. And on it goes. He seems to think he's some appointed superiority on the real poetry of cinema, here to hold your hand through stuff that never would have occured to you before. Even explaining how 'passion' drives cinema. Yet his own narration is so passionless, so pretentiously lofty in its delivery, he commits a huge sin in boring you rather than exciting you about cinema. I prefer Scorsese or Tarantino riffing on their observations anyday. Cousins should really be making hypnotherapy CDs.

The main reason why I give this documentary the lowest 1/10 is totally resulted from the narrator's voice over the whole process; a terrible, spiritless, gloomy, energy-less, moody, old, lifeless low voice that affect the viewing to such a painful experience. Why chose this guy to narrate it is beyond my comprehension. The voice is like a dying person confessed to a priest in an ICU bed in his last breath, telling what he did wrong from his childhood to puberty teenage, to adulthood, getting old and older, became a senior, to a pathetic senile status, all his relatives were passed away, now he's on a life-support system and dying.

Jesus, I've never watched anything like this, this guy's voice is like a guy who sleepwalking in a complete dark street, murmuring, blabbering gibberish his lifelong tragic memories. There's no way for me to get excited or interests to follow his voice to watch along. Adieus!