Ted Mills’s review published on Letterboxd:
After all the build-up (that Oscar year of 2014, the accolades, Jared Leto, etc.), strangely unaffecting. There's a whole bunch of hand-wringing over the FDA but none over what the main character does with the club, despite it being sold to us as a *means of making money*. There's no scene where he worries over his exploitation of patients. There's absolutely no insight into the people of the DBC, including for whatever reason the guy who turns up at the start of the club and is turned away for only having $50 (of the $400 needed to join) and then returns later with the full amount. He's never talked to or considered, so why show him? Sadly, it feels like another Oscar trap of "look how these actors changed their appearance" instead of a story.
2013 feels a lonnnnnnng way away, but in saying so, that's a good thing.
And what's with Rayon's boyfriend (?) character being given basically nothing to do in his scenes? And giving Ron this "I just want to ride a bull again" ending is just...sigh. Perfunctory.