Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
Very much a Spike Lee film: conflicting discourses allowed to collide as the films picks subjects, characters, ideas, stylistic tics, everything Lee thinks might ressonate in his big tapestry. Much like Get on the Bus, Lee's best non-New York film, the space here is a complete abstraction which actually increases the feel of competing ideologies in a race to the finish line that is unreachable. It is more pointed and angry than anything he has done since the much maligned She Hate Me. I will never get why so many of his best stuff gets acused of being messy or ham-fisted given that as often happens he has little interest in conclusions but just allowing those collisions to open up new avenues.