Blaise Radley’s review published on Letterboxd:
Hilarious that this wasn't called "Social Network", so much cleaner. It's also hard to imagine that Aaron Sorkin, perpetually culturally pinned to the early '00s, would be the one to pen such a defining internet-era feature, but by focusing on the mechanisms and attitudes that have defined the board rooms of big tech, Sorkin successfully delivers a work that seems prescient in light of the increased moral complexity of our relationship with social media. Of course, that's not to discount director David Fincher, without whom the verbosity of this material would no doubt be overwhelming. Along with editors Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter, Fincher gives the piece an effortlessly compounding rhythm, cross-cutting between timelines and timezones in a manner that's as viscerally thrilling as it is quietly uncanny (and in doing so reflects the hollow serotonin rush of a new notification). Coupled with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross' needling score, The Social Network acts as constant reminder that the signature persona of our modern age is the wannabe arsehole. The tragedy is that they couldn't fathom quite how much of a lizard Zuckerberg actually was.