Raul Marques’s review published on Letterboxd:
A victory lap from 'Raiders' that fully assumes its serial form and just jumps right into the kinetic adventure without much space for consequential character development. It's obviously guilty of some gross orientalism, but 3/4s of this seem like one continuous set piece that's about as exciting as Ford, Spielberg and Williams are good at their jobs (newsflash: they're really fucking good). The less said about the kid and the parts of this that feel like its own porn parody the better.
