This was quite possibly the most infuriating documentary that I have ever been forced to sit through. The cinematography was a pathetic attempt, at best, even with the help of some (limited) editing. When you told the class that this sex-crazed, borderline homeless failure at life, love and anything remotely related is now a prominent professor at an Ivy League university, I was disgusted beyond belief. Perhaps this is me being closed-minded, but then again, perhaps this is my irrational affinity for a semi-quality contribution to society.

"A film by Ross McElwee could be made by no other. Since his hilarious autobiographical breakthrough, Sherman's March, the profound artist-philosopher has been using his own life as a springboard to examine humankind's biggest issues, and tiniest. McElwee makes movies the way life might, ideally, be lived," said one writer for “Entertainment Weekly.” I completely DISAGREE with this critic. We all watched it, or should I say we all fought off sleep in order to stay awake and observe “Sherman’s March.” I just don’t understand how this critic could find this documentary hilarious.

In Sherman’s March, Ross’s mentor Charleen says the memorable line, “Well, you never solve everything, Ross. You never solve everything. The only thing you've got is a chance for a few passionate hits. You see how foolish it all is. You see what the army comes to. The bunkers, the island, the burned-out house. Hell, it's all a tragedy. It's just a matter of how you get through it. And the most interesting way to get through it is to say, ‘I can't help it. I'm full of passion and I'm gonna die this moment. It's the only way to pretend you're alive.