Caleb Carter’s review published on Letterboxd:
Red: Boys and their new toys, eh?
?he ,reggedieH rieht dna syoB :eulB
There is something admirably poetic about the action in Tenet when Nolan shuts up and lets the images unravel upstream against entropy. He takes the fundamental ones and zeros of why we are and uses his art to imagine the incalculable, pointing the lens directly into a paradox and crystallizing exiled physics. Of course, filming a paradox was always an impossible feat, and where the knot holds against the scale of its own implausibility, the equation gives at the entry point to the laws of quality control. To make atoms collide in the second half of your movie you have to put together the machinery in the first and it's as laborious as it sounds: the first acts constitute an unseasoned, indulgent spy romp whose tenuous 'I have a contact' stepping stones are almost as difficult to heed as the theoretical physics that will follow. It's a shame because it's not without promise (I need to watch whichever Bond film Pattinson and Branagh think they're in), I just wonder if such a humongous skeleton is wearing a suit that is properly tailored to its ideas.