Matt Goldberg’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's easy to be cynical about a movie this earnest. It's easy to criticize it for how it comforts children of the 60s for selling out and being part of the Reagan era (it's not an accident that the film makes sure you know how the Field of Dreams will be profitable). It's easy to point out that baseball isn't some noble and pure thing even though the movie does its best to divorce the sport from capitalism. It's easy to do those things, and I'm not saying that people can't make those criticisms or even that I wholly disagree with them. What I'm saying is that I don't care. I don't care. I love this movie. I love how it's a bittersweet tapestry of nostalgia and dreams, how regret permeates our lives in different ways and how we wish we could get a chance to make things right. It's pure escapism played perfectly. Of course we all have to wake up from our dreams, but Field of Dreams shows the beauty of indulging them, if only for a little while.