
On Christmas day, I marked my one year anniversary of moving from San Francisco to New York City. It's been an interesting year for me; a cocktail of good and bad that's given me a lubricated view of my new home. The city shifts between gifts and tolls. It's the stumble home after greeting sunrise with a bleeding forehead. In New York, no one is ever sober.
It's probably just as well that the best documentary about New York features someone who appears perpetually under the influence. Timothy "Speed" Levitch is a character so engrossing that it's unclear if the subject of the film is New York City or Levitch himself.








