The Same River Twice

Other documentaries have crisscrossed between time frames, but Moss' beguiling The Same River Twice represents one of the most effective uses of the device.

Intimate, quietly illuminating documentary.

Moss has an acute feeling for structure and juxtaposition and for the quality and sensibility of his friends.

A piercingly poignant then-and-now portrait of five friends.

The filmmaker presents a portrait of the emotional and physical effects of aging and maturity that is occasionally poignant but not particularly deep.

It's a generous document of cultural passage, and not incidentally, the sexiest naturally nudist American movie since Murnau's "Tabu." Moss, however, keeps himself out of the picture and neglects massive amounts of context that might've made Same River a stunner.

Only marginally interesting.