Kim's Video

It's a fascinating story, but the movie is a mess.

A nonfiction work of swirling whimsy and rabbit-hole intrigue that eschews mere nostalgic appreciation in favor of a cockeyed hybrid approach that amuses and bemuses in equal measure.

The gratifications and fascinations offered by “Kim’s Video” are inseparable from frustrations, but it may yet prove powerful if it inspires other filmmakers, historians, and critics to examine this terrain more thoroughly.

This caper-slash-personal essay is an admirable endeavor that honors, above all, a filmmaker’s fixation on a medium that makes him whole.

“Kim’s Video” reaches so hard for quirky profundity that it falls on its face.

Less a retail history than a shaggy dog story. One that actually appears to be true. Go in knowing that and you might get a kick out of it.

An absolute must for film fans.

...Kim’s Video can only be described as a frustrating documentary that is sorely focused on the wrong things for far too long of its run time.

There's so much here, but ultimately it's a mess and doesn't quite do justice to what I imagine Kim's Video and its legacy is supposed to have.

Redmon and Sabin’s doc claims the story of the Kim’s Video diaspora is an “overlap of art, crime and cinema.” It lives up to that description, in an amiably sloppy way.