Most critics find the film absorbing as history. The praise clusters on the cast: Martina Gedeck’s finely graded Ulrike Meinhof is singled out repeatedly, Johanna Wokalek’s Gudrun Ensslin and Moritz Bleibtreu’s narcissistic, self-deluding Baader almost as often. Several reviews also credit the editing and cinematography with conveying the fear and upheaval of the period, and the better-disposed critics admire the film’s refusal to hand down easy judgements on the RAF.
The reservations cluster on crowding and politics. Even admirers concede the story is overstuffed, with key transformations left unexplained; the harsher reviews call it incoherent, half-told or simply dull, the gunfire leaving no room to think. The New Yorker faults the narrowness of its perspective and the absence of the Cold War context, while the Evening Standard warns it edges towards glamorising terrorism. The spread is wide, from warm to dismissive, and the dissent comes largely from the American press on the film’s later release.
