Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
It is nice enough that this movie is so aware of its own corruption it actually provides its own commentary through the scenes the tunes are made 3D, but then assuming offering a mirror doubles as actually doing anything is what this entire movie is about. The original Space Jam auteur was Michael Jordan's agent and as awful and miguided and un Looney Tunes like it was, a sports agent understood it should be easy to pitch, streamlined and having something ressembling jokes (it is still a very awful movie because it was made by people with very little talent), while Warner just want to promote HBO Max, the creatives (some of whom actually have some talent) really are only interested in offering excuses for themselves so they can pretend they can wink themselves into not selling their souls for garbage, they forget even how to make a barely functional movie. For instance, Lebron as Robin and the Michael B Jordan cameo are perfect fine joke ideas under context, but it is like after they got pitched in the writer's room, no one bother to create an actual joke around the ideas. I'm giving it an extra half star because Don Cheadle seems far more commited into turning into a cartoon than he ever was in one of the Avengers movies.