Alan Mattli’s review published on Letterboxd:
Shallow histrionics, bogged down even further by poor direction and poorer writing, which reduces even the better performances (Day, Rhodes, Randolph) to "fine." There's just no way of acting yourself out of some of those lines. No sense of pace, tone, or narrative focus to be found either – just a mess from start to finish.
Bold move from Lee Daniels, too, to have the archival footage of an elderly Harry Anslinger being commended by JFK during the movie's postscript argue so forcefully against his casting of 36-year-old Garrett Hedlund.
Also, who greenlit that blooper reel-adjacent credits clip?