Raul Marques’s review published on Letterboxd:
"That's no such thing as the truth". A motto more biopics should live by, urgently. What's the point of adapting a story that's been exhaustively exploited by the modern media apparatus, if not to comment exactly on that glaring need for juicy scandals at all costs and how the word 'circus' isn't attached to such intrusive coverage for no reason. It actively creates and debunks narratives with heroes, villains and sensational details all-around, even when they are, in fact, accurate. What Gillespie, Rogers and cast do in splendid, deliberate disharmony, is to create a film that's constantly in clash with itself. Intertwining conflicting testimonies, jarringly shifting tones and constantly calling the audience out for their preying curiosity at something that's only of public interest because they made it out to be. Would prefer if it veered even more into 'Gone Girl' territory, instead of mainly settling for an unwholesome version of 'Logan Lucky'. Makes for an absolute pitch-perfect companion piece to Netflix's 'Casting JonBenet'.
