SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd:
Yeah, I know the boring thing to do is criticize Judd Apatow movies for their often unbearable run-times, and this is no exception, basically an assembly cut in all but name, but the shapelessness of The King of Staten Island *almost* works in its favor. It has a shaky first act, tumbling through comedic scenes with hardly a laugh, practically a humorless acidic streak. And yet, it starts to break the skin, discovering a balance between the working-class existential void and the purpose in the communities we find ourselves in. Often it leads to meaningful moments cut short by the connective tissue, lurching from one place to the next with little sense of what it's accomplishing in the micro. Even as a 2 hour 17 minute movie, it still doesn't have an ending.