Most critics rate Malcolm X highly, and the praise settles on two people. Denzel Washington’s performance is named in every review, favourable or not, as the thing that holds three hours together; even the harshest notices credit him with saving the film. Spike Lee is praised for scale, for fairness to the man’s contradictions and for staying close to the autobiography. Slant and The Ringer both single out the opening titles, which link the film to the Rodney King beating, for their urgency.
The reservations are about pace and temperature. Variety finds it sluggish and overlong; Empire calls it a history lesson; The New Yorker thinks it impersonal, faithful but without a fresh view of its subject. The Independent argues the camera is livelier in the criminal years than in the redemption, and Little White Lies objects to how little Angela Bassett is given as Betty Shabazz. The spread is wide, and the dissenters are mostly the 1992 and 1993 notices; later reassessments run warmer.
