There are moments of genius in the narration, but there are many more moments of abject dullness -- and worse still, irritating disdain. In typical Liverpudlian fashion, Davies holds onto the notion that the city is somehow special, but the archive footage really doesn't speak for itself, and the whole thing comes across as self-indulgent tripe masquerading as an art piece. A huge disappointment.

Although it follows it's own pattern (music, narration, music, narration. I could've done with more narration), this is a nostalgic swan-song for Davie's home-town. You don't have to be a geriatric Liverpool-born to appreciate this beautiful documentary, it can be held universally (I, at many times, recalled my likes and dislikes of my own home-town). Does feel like Davies has a sleight of "things were better back in my day" in his view, but thankfully he expresses this with sardonic humour.

"Of Time and the City never less than throbs with emotion, a reminder of what a loss Davies's absence from the screen has been." - Fernando F. Croce

Of Time and The City should inspire moviegoers to pursue full recognition of their cultural experience. Davies doesn't detach art from life; he knows it's the key to what makes us citizens and humans.

Kudos to the wife (jstry) for her likening of the viewing experience to poring over a diary, or a collection of worn postcards. A true labor of love by Davies, who directed, wrote and narrated this look back at the (d)evolution of Liverpool, starting with his early years and ending in the present day. Although my unfamiliarity with the city itself certainly hampered my level of enjoyment, I was impressed that he was able to convey some nostalgia inside me for a place that I had never been.

Evocative and nostalgic collection of images about Liverpool. Highly personal and quite compelling, I felt the overall picture it created was some what grim and sad.

This film was a piece of art, depicting an ever-changing, ever-decaying city. At times, I felt like I was flipping through a diary -- or a collection of personal postcards from a time gone by, only with video footage to accompany them. Those moments, those images -- like the women doing their daily chores, the kids playing in the street -- were pretty remarkable to me. At other times, however, it was pretty dull and I wished I could fast forward.

4 Nisan 09, 28. ist. film fest. & 19:00 | Beyoglu sinemasi & basarisiz monologlar, kotu kullanilmis goruntuler ve liverpool un hakkini veremeyen bir 'liverpool filmi'. Hele hele maddin'in my winnipeg'i ile karislastirmak buyuk bir ayip.

Davies' narration contains amusingly phrased disdain towards The Beatles, Church and Monarchy in this poetic, elegaic and melancholic film. The poetry he reads didn't always work for me as I found myself wanting instead to hear more of his personal and entertaining commentary or indeed no commentary at all as the moments that are really special are those where nothing need be said - bored kids playing in the street, soldiers kissing loved ones goodbye and towering, monstrous '60s architecture.