Janne Widmark’s review published on Letterboxd:
Well, this was an interesting experiment. I watched this and Rocketman back to back. It really was like watching the same movie twice as they both was painted-by-numbers biopics but with one huge difference. One was made with creativity and passion while the other one was completely soulless.
This was the one without soul. It's dreck. No redeeming qualities what so ever. A complete insult to everybody involved and everybody watching it.
This stinks of being a vanity project. It feels like Rami Malek put on a fake moustache and brought his friends together and made a fanfic using clothes his parents stored in the attic. I kind of wish that it was that, then I could've had more fun with it.