The film not only reveals little about its subject that wasn't already readily known, but also provides minimal perspective or analysis of why and how he was able to develop his talent.

At its best, [Quincy] is an insightful skip down this man's memory and at its worst it's an hour long alter bowing to his accomplishments.

The museum story actually would have made a better narrative arc for "Quincy," which instead wanders every which way, and never seems to get its subject to relax on camera.

At a little over two hours, the film felt a bit long and dragged a bit, but the subject matter was so fascinating that it retained my interest.