The movie is filled up with straight-faced pseudo-interviews with stolid New Zealanders tracing McKenzie's nonpareil career, in which he discovered sound and color long before their time. There are also pseudo-testaments to McKenzie's international stature, including talking-heads words from movie historian Leonard Maltin and Miramax Films boss Harvey Weinstein. Forgotten Silver climaxes on Jackson's H. Rider Haggard-like trip into the New Zealand deep to uncover the lost cine-city constructed by McKenzie for his silent masterpiece, New Zealand's bombastic answer to Griffith's Intolerance. It's Heart of Darkness lite.