Alex Lei’s review published on Letterboxd:
if there's one thing Nolan is a master at, it's taking a medium defined by its specificity and deriving it of as much of that as possible. at the heart of his films lies the same contradiction that plagues liberalism—the subjective being eschewed for the universal, but explicated through the subjective's experience of a supposed universal. one has to overtake the other, but the overtaking causes the issue to loop back onto itself. Nolan wishes to create a mobius strip of cinematic storytelling, but fails to see the trap he's caught himself in, the paradox of his making. he is his own killer.