The critics split on Allelujah, and the argument is almost entirely about one thing: the late twist. Most reviews find Richard Eyre’s adaptation of Alan Bennett’s play amiable and well cast for much of its running time, with praise for the ensemble of senior actors, Bally Gill’s performance, and the one-liners that survive from the stage.
Then the third act arrives, and the majority say it wrecks the film. Empire, the Evening Standard and Time Out all call the swerve incoherent or bolted on, and several describe a collision between gentle comedy and grim candour about old age that the film never resolves. The spread is wide, from warm to hostile. The Telegraph is the notable dissenter, finding the twist startling but the message intact, and The Wrap goes further, treating the dark turn as the film’s strength. Film Stories, at the other end, finds the whole thing unpleasant. The word that recurs is muddle.
