𝚮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊 🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
Goddamn the way Branagh fell off that boat mid-movie rivals that dumb bitch falling off the yacht in 365 Days.
Watched it again, thinking maybe I missed something. I even looked at the big ass graph explaining things. I actually lost interest while looking at that graph because really, who cares? The inversion stuff is just such a stupid gimmick.
It's an utterly incoherent mess from the mind that doesn't understand how mirrors work. The writing for the villain is indefensibly poor. And how does Nolan's wife, who reads his scripts, not turn to him and say "honey, this makes you look like a sexist pig"? Maybe she does and he is too mesmerized by mirrors and clocks to hear her.