gdq’s review published on Letterboxd:
I have a love-hate relationship with Mr. Nolan. He crafts bright, creative concepts, but I’m begging for the day he stops treating his characters as empty plot vessels with dialogue as dry as IKEA’s assembly manuals.
Nolan’s in a race with himself here to prove he can fit as much stuff as ever, and despite all the info dumps, it’s deliberately bloated/obtuse, as to reaffirm its own cleverness. The emotional void partially negated the huge stakes at the end, something that didn't happen to me in Inception or Memento.
Sometimes, bigger doesn’t mean better.