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12 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 58The PlaylistJessica KiangThe PlaylistJessica KiangAn irreproachably tasteful, easily digestible but an unsurprising, undemanding watch.
- 50Slant MagazineElise NakhnikianSlant MagazineElise NakhnikianIf The Tree of Life was a contemplation of the universal mysteries and verities of life, The Color of Time is an hour spent scrolling through a stranger's family album.
- 50New York PostSara StewartNew York PostSara StewartIt’s well-executed but familiar territory, with a dearth of jarring moments. Those of us who aren’t friends and family of the crew could use a little wake-up shove here and there.
- 50The A.V. ClubJesse HassengerThe A.V. ClubJesse HassengerThe better moments of Color Of Time make use of the ringer cast Franco was able to assemble, however momentarily.
- 50The Hollywood ReporterDeborah YoungThe Hollywood ReporterDeborah YoungIn the end, there is just about enough narrative to hold interest, while the lyrical camerawork, constantly in motion, blurred images and all, offers a single emotion that is impossible to stretch over a feature-length film.
- 40The DissolveNathan RabinThe DissolveNathan RabinThe tone is delicate and vaporous, more attuned to mood and melancholy than anything resembling a conventional narrative. And despite the ambition on display, the film feels awfully slight, like a dream forgotten immediately upon waking. In its admirable but muddled attempt to fuse pure poetry and pure cinema, it ends up doing justice to neither.
- 40New York Daily NewsJoe NeumaierNew York Daily NewsJoe NeumaierFranco himself is ponderous playing Williams, which tends to overwhelm everything. A cool concept, and A for effort.
- 40The New York TimesNicolas RapoldThe New York TimesNicolas RapoldThe film is too sincere an expression of admiration for this poet’s work to feel pretentious, but it’s like a music video for the poems, often literal in its biographical readings.
- 30Village VoiceInkoo KangVillage VoiceInkoo KangFranco is a fine reader, but ultimately the film adds little more than his handsome face and trite confessional origins to Williams's experiential vernacular. When the words are so direct, powerful, and inviting, who needs Franco's books on video?