The filmmaking, as square as the characters, courts its viewers with obvious avowals of shared values. . . . Stone, Skarlatos, and Sadler’s simulation of their lifelong friendship is notably unconvincing, full of camera-shy gravelly-voiced diffidence and hilariously basic half-speed evocations of everyday interactions. Even the self-aware Sadler . . . is so far from being a natural camera presence that the distance between the banality of life and the sublime of cinema seems unbridgeable.
February 22, 2018