kaylajea’s review published on Letterboxd:
I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that the director of one of the worst Best Picture nominees in the past 25 years' foray into the neo-noir genre would be an overlong network crime drama masquerading as a moody character study. Rami Malek was woefully miscast and Jared Leto was fine (kind of playing a version of himself), but Denzel Washington's screen presence helped to hold any interest in The Little Things that I had. Someone tell John Lee Hancock that mashing together clichés that have been done 100x better by previous entries in the genre does not a good movie make. What was the point?