Katrina B’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lakeith Stanfield’s eyes alone are such a powerful source of pathos that I found myself wanting to understand more about Judas than the Black Messiah (no Kaluuya shade, he is brilliant and almost always is), and the movie as a whole seems to struggle under the awareness that it is imparting an important history lesson that most of us (certainly most white folks) don’t know much about. And yet, it tells Fred Hampton’s story in a reverent and compelling way. Heavy and well done, with an excellent ensemble.
But really— Stanfield! Give us more Stanfield! And I don’t mean that boring sidekick to the white southern Sherlock Holmes in Knives Out crap!