Age is a funny thing.
I watched this movie months ago, perhaps more than that, on Netflix and forgot to review it (I think!), forgot to rate it, both things I do religiously. And then I got it from the library this week. When I started watching it (because Olympic golf is on!) I got the strongest sense of deja vu.
I remember it being a pretty thorough examination of an important and complicated part of US history. It’s a standard documentary but it’s educational and it’s a story that needs to be told.
I will say that I always love these documentaries of radicals, where most of the survivors are now wearing suits and speaking in nice houses. Not only does age make you forget when you watched a movie, it makes you forget (or betray, or learn to overcome) your principles.