prosciutto crono’s review published on Letterboxd:
There's a point when a perfectly oiled mechanism jams and never goes back to normal. For a director, that usually means the spontaneity and ability to assert themselves typical of their earlier films are lost forever.
With Tenet, we exit the airlock and officially cross into what the posterity will call the Boring Zone™ of Nolan's filmography (something already hinted by Dunkirk, although far less worryingly so). But, unlike many of the talented directors who preceded him into the said part of their work, Nolan unfortunately doesn't seem capable of coming up with anything new to make up for what's simply no longer here.