"Nicolás Zukerfeld’s third feature is a wry, surprising work of filmmaking-as-criticism that begins as a kind of supercut of moments from the work of pantheon Hollywood auteur Raoul Walsh. This rhythmically entrancing parade of images traces a mysterious and amusing arc across the director’s vast oeuvre—but at the halfway mark, the film reinvents itself as an idiosyncratic, essayistic investigation into memory, cinema, and their shared mutability." - NYFF

The film is a memory of Alexei Turkus's father, the famous architect Mikhail Turkus. In the film there is not a word about the profession of the father, but only the tenderness and enthusiastic fantasies of the child, who, according to the joking stories of the pope, imagined him either as a commander or a robber.