Ryland Walker Knight’s review published on Letterboxd:
A whole film predicated on “oh that might be rad” in service of a pretty classic love story based on truth and lies. Some neat things for sure and Lea can ruin me whenever she wants but that mf is long. It feels like an old school Bond in a way and that is cool and fun but then it also thinks you have to complicate things ceaselessly to make the expenses paid worth their billable hours. I wish they’d just continue with Lashana Lynch but they’re probably hitting total reset no matter what their ROI winds up being. (I’m sure it’s sizable, covid notwithstanding.) What I’m really getting at is this film seems to believe you have to see the money onscreen, which makes sense for the video game crazy director, seemingly only interested in kills and guns and bombs and stuff. Not that Bond needs more, he never needed to be sensitive or whatever, but when you pile on events, adding to the TRT, I want more than “I’m fighting The Plausibles who claim to represent logic” as a governing motor for racking up the bloodless kill count.