Most critics agree that Alan Parker directs with real force and that the prison itself is convincingly built: a closed, frightening world that several reviews say still holds up decades on. Brad Davis is praised almost everywhere, John Hurt more than once, and Oliver Stone’s screenplay has admirers for its raw momentum. Roughly half the reviews come down in the film’s favour.
The split is wide, and it turns on what the film asks us to feel. The reservations cluster on its portrayal of Turks as uniformly corrupt and sadistic, on how far it departs from Hayes’s own account, and on its readiness to let the audience enjoy the brutality while feeling only for the American at its centre. The New Yorker goes furthest, condemning it as xenophobic fantasy; Radio Times gives it full marks while conceding the same criticisms are valid. Empire admires it as exploitation and names its racism in the same breath.
