That's a tall order for anyone who takes the greatest pleasure in art (regardless of medium) that is born of a commitment to organic unity (between its elements and its surroundings).
At best, it's a collage. At worst, a cartoon of the past it tries to embody. Where the needle points for individual judgement of the whole is driven by personal taste and experience. I vacillate between feeling that too much or too little thinking went into this cut-and-paste shitshow.
As I've said before, urbanistically, it's probably a win. Aesthetically, it's a repellent exclamation point on the most unimaginatively executed collection of buildings in a well-established district of the city. Somewhere, Charles Bulfinch is tossing up his roast mutton...