It's fairly entertaining, and the characters are certainly watchable, but it lacks the creeping dread that's present from the novel, as the main character buys in more and more to the company's twisted ethos that "sharing is caring" and "privacy is theft". The ending is simultaneously better and worse than the book's; more satisfying, perhaps, but with the weaker buildup, less significant.
The end doesn't do justice to the story, it left me with a bitter taste, a disappointment, like something failed. The links with Black Mirror make it very appealing, it shares the same references. But it lacks (seems to me) something more clear and incisive to say. It has a very good premise but it does not do enough with it. Lacks closure. (This is strictly after watching the movie, I have not read the novel).
Bloodless, guileless, lifeless. A woefully misjudged adaptation of Dave Eggers' novel that comes unstuck in its attempts at condensing the plot and ultimately adds nothing to the source text. Watson, on the face of it, looks like good casting but she is adrift in the film and fails to breathe any life into the character of Mae. A mess, frustratingly so, given how good Ponsoldt's previous film, The End of the Tour was
Il est assez facile de faire d'un mauvais livre un mauvais film visiblement. The Circle donne l'impression d'être au boulot, dans le monde un peu évanescent d'aujourd'hui. Sa portée critique rassemble au battement d'une rame d'aviron sur un lac. Et l'empathie qu'il donne de ses personnages est aussi émouvant qu'un like sur FB.