Hunter Edwards’s review published on Letterboxd:
As the credits rolled, it felt like my fever had broken; I suddenly realized how hot the crowded theatre was, and my shirt was in an early stage of soak from my sweat, which now seemed to pour out of me. My neck was stiff from staring straight ahead without moving for nearly two hours.
The horrors of war are depicted here as a constant, palpable sense of doom, lingering in the background in the form of Hans Zimmer's ominous score, even as the scene appears peaceful.
It's a great feeling when a movie endures the anticipation of millions of people, myself included, in order to meet all of the lofty expectations that have preceded it.