The reviews split almost down the middle, and the split is a real one: there is no mixed verdict here, only critics who are overwhelmed and critics who are appalled. Where there is agreement it is on Björk, whose performance as Selma most critics call the film’s one undeniable element, praised even by several who dislike everything around it. The admirers also value the way the musical numbers grow out of factory noise and everyday sound, and the collision of dread with rapture that follows.
The objections cluster around manipulation: the plot contrivances, the melodramatic excess, and a tale of saintly self-sacrifice that some find hollow rather than moving. The Guardian and the Evening Standard go further, dismissing Björk’s performance as ridiculous or lifeless, and Variety faults the editing and sound of the numbers themselves. The New York Times sits oddly across the divide, finding the film both stupefyingly bad and overpowering, which is roughly where the consensus lands.
