It seems to be common knowledge among critics that the best stuff at the Tribeca Film Festival is found in the documentary programs. This year was no different, especially when you compare the very strong showing of American nonfiction films versus the ever-frustrating slate of domestic narrative world premieres. I won’t claim to have seen all of the do…
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