Most critics come down in its favour, and the warmest reviews are the most recent. Praise clusters on the scale of the thing: Douglas Trumbull’s effects, Jerry Goldsmith’s brassy score and the long, unhurried approach to V’Ger draw admiration across four decades of notices. Several reviews of the restored versions argue that the film’s seriousness, its interest in consciousness and the search for meaning, now looks like a virtue rather than a failure to be fun, and that it plays as a proper 1970s space odyssey.
The reservations cluster almost entirely on pace. Contemporary reviews call it sluggish and talky, and even admirers concede it drags. The spread is wide. The Times calls it possibly the most satisfying film in the franchise; Empire calls it the worst, with effects that look tacky beside Star Wars. The dissenters, Empire and The AV Club among them, mostly want the television series’ charm and do not find it here.
