★★★

I don’t feel comfortable with a nature documentary that centers the filmmaker like this… I don’t give a fuck about this guys personal journey or whatever, and the degree to which he inserted himself into the life of this octopus seems immoral maybe? The whole thing felt like a slippery slope argument against herzogs ecstatic truth style of documentary filmmaking.

Idk shit about fuck so I guess ill give it the benefit of the doubt. In any case he caught a lot of extraordinary shit on film so I gotta give it up a little bit. Three stars