...The still, frontal camera contemplates some of the strangest and most sublime of all cinematic textures: ancient manuscripts flipping in the wind, ornate tapestries, crumbling stone prosceniums, gauzy veils and cherubs with taped-on wings, ad infinitum, ad gloriam. The imagistic piling-up of folklore, documentary and reverie is otherworldly, its hyper-concentrated aesthetic joy as immediate as its narrative meaning is subterranean.
Fernando F. Croce
September 14, 2014