Zack’s review published on Letterboxd:
"On the one hand, it's made with this exacting precision and style, and on the other hand... it's kinda stupid." I'm paraphrasing Tommy's introduction, but wow does that sum it up. As Laird says, this is essentially a "beautifully photographed … and thematically taut Mann movie stretched over the framework of Thomas Harris's dumb story." When it cooks, which is more often than not, it cooks: Basically, any time more than just that featherweight Petersen is on screen. (As Mann's written the role, it requires a presence the poor guy just doesn't have.) Where I tend to part company with the consensus is in my belief that Brian Cox's Lecktor seems to be at his first table read rather than a fully inhabited character. But since he's barely in the movie, and since I find the cultural fascination with that character somewhat distasteful (I'm on a roll tonight!), well… I'll just leave this here.