davidehrlich’s review published on Letterboxd :
"i want to see what your sole looks like."*
can't remember the last time a film so spectacularly failed the "does this do anything to justify not making a documentary on the same subject" test. michael b. jordan's lead performance is riveting, but every step of Coogler's faux-Dardenne direction narrativizes this urgent true story into pap. why is such a potent event reduced to a tear-jerker, complete with a needlessly sadistic final 15 minutes and a coda that proves how more forcibly this story could have been told without the veil of dramatization? and why chad michael murray?
start over, sundance.
*i should point out that this is not a typo.