Nick Rogers’s review published on Letterboxd:
The people behind me threw their hands up in frustration over how much differed from the novel. Yeah. Fuck Steven Spielberg. What does that dummy know? He didn’t get the book at ALL. It’s not supposed to even slightly concern the exploration, however modest, of the pitfalls and blindspots of nostalgia or a perpetual plummet into a pop culture pit. WHERE WERE ALL THE CLEANLY CATEGORIZED REFERENCES, YOU MONSTER? That’s it for them, I’m sure. No more Indiana Jones movies for THEM. They’re DONE.
Or they’ll just wait to go on Friday afternoon rather than Thursday night.