Most critics come away entertained. Nine of the thirteen reviews are positive, and the praise clusters in two places: Danny Boyle’s direction, which the reviews describe as kinetic, high-energy and, more than once, a return to the fizz of Trainspotting, and Jack O’Connell’s performance as Larry Lamb, singled out as charismatic and assured by admirers and sceptics alike. Claire Foy and Guy Pearce are named repeatedly in the ensemble, and several reviews enjoy the period detail.
The reservations cluster on what the film is actually saying. Even warm reviews call its moral perspective elusive or its politics overcooked, and a few find the relentless camera flourishes exhausting. The spread is wide. Vulture calls it Boyle’s strongest work in decades, while Little White Lies finds it all style and no substance and Time Out calls it toothless. The Guardian, more measured, faults its detached handling of the central kidnapping. It is worth noting that the sharpest dissent comes from the British press.
