Tom F’s review published on Letterboxd:
Great irony beginning with a packed studio audience held hostage by noxious fumes (loved the beginning). Did not appreciate all subsequent non-ironic assaults on political sore spots (hated the rest tbh). Dunkirk gets a pass because its formal experiments function emotionally (for me if not for you); i can barely remember TDKR to be honest. Here the constant richguy playground aesthetic of surfaces, structures and violence — level-up suits, assault weapons, destruction of civilian environments, level-up paintball climax, superyachts, disposable wives, disposable ingots, disposable paintings, disposable employees — are a constant reminder of the sickness of the world rather than an escape from it. A PG-rated bond girl trying to seduce russian kenneth branagh into killing himself in one location to prevent him killing himself in another location is not enough of an emotional anchor to dissipate the pervasive depressive fog of this preposterous but also all-too non-preposterous narrative. And it doesn’t even look good; for all the spectacle guff surrounding this i could have spent this time watching a michael mann film. And: Interstellar won my heart because it used historical and innovative cinematic techniques to tell the human emotional story at the heart of the species’ collective scientific endeavour; Tenet fobbed me off with a line about sucking my ignorance up like a puddle of puke that i know is about to be reverse-entropied back down my gullet. Roll on the 2020s.