the documentary is a weak, at times painfully misguided attempt to capture the great writer's humane memoir of his year in Naples as a British soldier with the Intelligence Corps
Patierno's pacing is too hurried to lend much depth or insight to such revelations. This leaves Naples '44 feeling like an awkward collision of ill-fitting aesthetic choices that continually step on each other's toes
by Derek Smith [Slant Magazine ]
