Most critics come away admiring The Pass, and almost every review lands in the same place: Russell Tovey. His performance as Jason, a closeted footballer who moves from innocence to fear and loneliness, is called nuanced, layered, vulnerable and exposed, and several reviewers credit him with making a difficult, sometimes cruel man touching. Arinzé Kene is praised alongside him for matching his presence, and a few critics single out the writing as sharp, witty and gripping.
The reservations cluster around the film’s origins as a play. Again and again the word is stagey: static staging, a chamber-piece feel, dialogue that occasionally sounds forced. Eye for Film adds that the small scale and moments of melodrama hold it back, and The Wrap calls it modest. The spread is narrow, with no outright negatives; Den of Geek is the warmest, calling it urgent and raw.
