A Fall Trip Home

The second in a trilogy, it is less a psychodrama and more a sad sweet song of youth and death, of boyhood and manhood and our tender earth. (ND)
Forgetting its 'psychological plot', this film is a fine exponent of the intrinsic magical power of cinema. Its images, which evolve in a rather unmagical sober suburb, are continually transcended and manipulated into a kind of epic haiku of superimpositions and textural weavings. (Jerome Hiler)