Once again (as so often nowadays, given the viewing demographics of sites like Netflix), you have to ignore the reviews from the Marvel generations. Easy enough to spot. Low ratings. Reviews that contain words like SLOOOW and BOOORING, with the extra vowels and capitalisations for added emphasis. This kind of language and typography seems to be the only response such 'reviewers' are able to muster, given their obvious limitations in other respects. I have ADHD, but my attention didn't waver from the moment I pressed 'Play'. I didn't even pause it to make a drink, I was so riveted.
Here is a film that jerks us out of our comfort zones and forces us to consider the lessons of history that, as the film's initial monologue makes plain, aren't the ones we're taught in school. Here is a film that reminds us - why do we constantly need reminding? - to look beyond labels and categorisations and go straight to the only one that will ever make any sense: human being.
Necessary viewing... in spite of what the kids might say.