The reviews divide widely, and the mean of 54 hides a spread that runs from warm to hostile. The kinder notices, mostly from the American trades, take it as a breezy men-on-a-mission lark and praise Henry Cavill, the ensemble’s easy chemistry and Guy Ritchie’s handling of the violent set pieces; a few also single out the swinging score and the costumes.
The reservations cluster around tone and pace. Many critics find the film unsure whether it wants to be a caper or a combat thriller, slack between the action, thin on character and short of real danger or verbal wit, and several object to how freely it rewrites history. Vulture notes how much it owes to Inglourious Basterds. The sharpest dissent comes from the British broadsheets on the later UK release, with The Times calling the script workmanlike and the sets cheap, and The Telegraph judging it a misfire that swaps jokes for kill-shots.
