Voyeur

The documentary is fascinating in an admittedly prurient way for the first half or so, then shifts and becomes compelling in an even larger, more relevant context.

In that discomfortingly close range between the unlikeliest of friends, and between rapture and repulsion, the film finds its compelling edge.

Uneven but often strangely compelling.

The question of what exactly to do with all this material escapes the filmmakers, just as it did Talese.

Ostensibly a portrait of looking, the movie only sees its own reflection.

It's an entertainingly desperate joust, playing out beneath defiantly unattractive lighting.

Enthralling look at literary lion Gay Talese.

The thematic strings don't quite come together in the end, but it's fascinating watching them unravel.

Voyeur is not a gratifying documentary, the kind that makes us feel happy the truth came out.

Everyone's at cross purposes, the subjects' words as loaded with unspoken intent as the directors' damning comparative edits.

It's hard to come away from the film feeling anything but disdain and a twinge of embarrassment toward Gay Talese.

The filmmakers would rather have their aged subjects talk about motivation and morality, which is ultimately far more interesting than any purportedly mind-blowing dip into the life of a man who wanted only to watch people.