Michael H.oarty’s review published on Letterboxd:
I don’t think I can say all that much more than what a lot of other people here have already said about how this is a beautiful exercise in pure chaos and disorientation, with none of the fat that often accompanies spectacle cinema. The lack of catharsis and well-defined emotional stakes (be honest with yourself: when was the last time you saw an action film that nailed the emotional aspect?), especially for Nolan, is a relief. This is him exercising his strengths and stripping away the baggage that makes me unable to really click with most of his other films (The Prestige being a notable exception).
So many of the bugs attributed to this film are features, if you ask me. I hope Nolan never works with Zimmer ever again, keep it goin’ with Ludwig my man.