Most critics come out of Motor City having enjoyed themselves, and the praise gathers around the same few things. The decision to strip out all but a handful of lines is read as a confident throwback to action films that trusted the picture to do the work, and the 1970s needle drops are credited with carrying whole scenes. The set pieces are singled out repeatedly, an elevator fight and a prison escape in particular, and the reviews are warm about Alan Ritchson’s lead and Ben Foster alongside him.
The reservations cluster at the end. Variety finds the final act abandons the songs for a bland score and misjudges its epilogue, and Collider calls the ending silly; plot holes and thin characters are noted more than once. The spread is wide, from an A- at The Playlist to a low mark from Paste, where Jim Vorel finds the wordless conceit pretentious and the female lead regressive, and Screen Daily judges it more style than substance.
