Most critics like it, and in the same way: as a relief after the previous film and a fitting farewell for the original cast. The praise clusters on the plot, a political thriller built on the Soviet break-up, and on Nicholas Meyer’s direction, credited with a darker look than the series usually manages. Christopher Plummer’s villain is singled out, and the Shakespearean flourishes count as fun rather than pretension.
The reservations are mild and consistent. Nobody puts it near the top of the series; even the warmest review, in The AV Club, thinks it lacks the weight of Wrath of Khan and plays like an excellent television two-parter. Others find the middle slack, the dialogue platitudinous and the allegory heavy-handed. Variety, the lone mixed voice, calls the mystery tepid but likes the finale. The spread is narrow; later writers, /Film among them, read it more generously as a study of an ageing hero facing his prejudices.
