Samuel Inglis’s review published on Letterboxd:
It has finally happened. Christopher Nolan has pushed me, a longtime admirer and irate apologist, over the edge. This madman cannot expect me to develop superhuman hearing just to discern his incredibly complicated, armchair temporal physics theory exposition over Ludwig Göransson's droning base. That's 80% of the film!
Top marks for spectacle, medium marks for suaveness, low marks for pacing. Nolan's films usually go at a breakneck pace, but with a new editor working on this one I think Chris' worst impulses were indulged a bit too much.
And who keeps letting Kenneth Branagh do accents?!