Interesting time capsule, nicely tied together by Wenders.

There's only one word for this kind of film. Indulgent. I mean, I guess another word would be masturbation. Two more might be self-gratification. This type of introspection is incredibly pretentious, and doesn't really add anything useful to the cultural conversation. Everybody seems to speak with authority, but they're also utterly clueless. Nobody knows. The only people who are going to get their kicks from this movie are people who already share its worldview. Where's the fun in that?

Despite the low score the start of Herzog's section was awesome.

In some ways its disappointing how short this is, both with the entire film and some of the directors' segments, and yet there is enough in this to show a mirror to the period and still raise relevant issues about cinema now. Even the very brief segments provoke ideas, although it is Hellman, Godard, Herzog (who is the only person who turns off the TV strategically placed within camera frame), Antonioni, Morrissey and Spielberg who intrigued the most with their views.