Scott Renshaw’s review published on Letterboxd:
Hi, filmmaker who decided it would really dramatic to tell an aging woman on camera that her father was actually a Nazi. You're a dick. And I'm wrestling with how to deal with the intriguing thematic material here -- about selective memory, about a generation of Jews whose pasts were effectively denied to them by their traumatized forebears, about friendships that defy easy categorization -- when Arnon Goldfinger is so determined to make this really about him, and what he thinks it's very important that people should know, or want to know. And that's leaving aside the need for at least 15 minutes of irrelevant chatter and footage of people taking out garbage to be removed.