Most critics land in the middle on Romain Gavras’s eco-satire, and the ones who do not are more often against it than for it. What praise there is gathers in two places. The photography and the big set pieces are singled out by reviews that otherwise have little good to say, and Chris Evans’s vain action star is widely thought the best thing in it, believable even when the writing around him is not. Several reviews find the opening stretch at the gala witty and well observed.
The reservations are about the satire itself. The targets are called easy and lazily drawn, the politics muddled, and the tone said to slip once the plot leaves the gala. The spread is wide: Deadline finds an emotional payoff that outlasts the jokes, while The Hollywood Reporter calls it a cluttered mess that manages neither sharp comedy nor insight. The AV Club and The Playlist go further, finding nothing under the gestures at all.
