Nikolas’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mangold is a talented craftsman & the final hour kind of won me over (mind you, the movie's 152 minutes), but everything leading up to it borders on being legit embarrassing biopic/sports movie template cinema. Shame this is so satisfied with being an exercise in formal competency only & has so little interest in actually engaging with its characters beyond its Boys Will Be Boys stance. The only thing that could've hammered said point home harder would've been a Fortunate Son needle-drop. They don't go there, luckily.
Also, I've heard Bale put on an American accent one too many times at this point. I'm used to it. His Britishness in this felt fakey and over-exaggerated and I basically cringed every time he opened his mouth. Oh well. Damon's good.