Nicolás Zukerfelds third feature is a wry surprising work of filmmakingascriticism that begins as a kind of supercut of moments from the work of pantheon Hollywood auteur Raoul Walsh This rhythmically entrancing parade of images traces a mysterious and amusing arc across the directors vast oeuvrebut at the halfway mark the film reinvents itself as an idiosyncratic essayistic investigation into memory cinema and their shared mutability NYFF