As reflection of The Velvet Underground's own trajectory, Todd Haynes sometimes doesn't go fully in depth, and focus more at the Andy Warhol moment, a constant portraitist of all his surroundings. Considering the few recordings of The Velvet Underground performances and the absence of many of its protagonists, it's a meticulous and absorbing work that takes advantage of the footage to build a reflection of the sounds and the avant-garde of an era.

Seriously made in an experimental way, Haynes uses video to lift the Velvets experience. And it's a wild fucking ride.

I'm an old enough rock fan to appreciate Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground, but I just don't get the hype behind this film. I couldn't get more than half way through. A total bore with style but very little substance. It's about as far from being a "wild ride" as I can imagine. A sleep aid, maybe?

Truly amazing in every sense but gives a notion that they have never seen again since Max Kansas city... 1972... and shamelessly lacks all about the 1993 reunion. Very sad about that because it does not felt complete this documentary which is truly hipnotic to watch.