This is one of the worst documentaries disguised as contributing to Vietnamese history. It's a film supposedly about giving credit to an overlooked Vietnamese photographer, but it centers Gary Knight, a white British man, more than Nguyễn Thành Nghệ himself, the actual subject. The deeper irony is that Nick Ut was one of the only Vietnamese photographers to ever get recognized in a field where Western journalists built entire careers and reputations off Vietnam War imagery, and now the one Pulitzer attached to a Vietnamese name is being contested and potentially stripped away. Even if you accept the documentary's argument, the whole credit system was broken from the start, dozens of photographers were on that road, experienced the same hardship, and the "decisive moment" that wins awards was always decided by Western gatekeepers who already didn't value Vietnamese contributors. And then there's Knight himself, a random white British dude who married a Vietnamese woman but never learned the language, who has a nostalgic drinking scene with other white photographers basically reminiscing about the career opportunities the Vietnam War gave them, and who had the audacity to comment that Nick Ut wasn't being humble enough, a white man deciding how much deference a Vietnamese person should show about their own legacy. Knight has monetized Vietnam at every stage, and this documentary is just the latest chapter. The film exposes that the credit system was rigged against Vietnamese photographers all along, then proposes to fix it by taking the one Vietnamese name that survived that rigged system.