Observer by Rex Reed

Reviews might be “mixed,” but don’t let that deter you. The Chaperone is a fascinating, exquisitely made film about the early life of sultry silent-screen star Louise Brooks, who traveled from Wichita, Kan., in 1922 to New York City with a proper chaperone named Norma Carlisle.

RogerEbert.com by Matt Fagerholm

With these two top-drawer talents anchoring Michael Engler’s The Chaperone, one expects the picture to be terrific, and for the majority of its running time, it does not disappoint.

Los Angeles Times by Kenneth Turan

Well-behaved and genteel from the get-go, it has its pleasures, but being wild and crazy is not one of them.

TheWrap by Sam Fragoso

The Chaperone is case of a not-so-good movie made by people who are unquestionably talented.

ReelViews by James Berardinelli

If ever there was a production that embodies all the negative Masterpiece Theater qualities, this is it.

Variety by Owen Gleiberman

The Chaperone leaves you wanting to see a movie about the star Louise Brooks became, on camera and off. It could be the great movie that has yet to be made about the silent era, and about the things that women in Hollywood have always faced. Especially one who was unlike any woman the world had seen.

Entertainment Weekly by Chris Nashawaty

It’s little more than a handsome snooze that even the Masterpiece Theatre crowd may find a bit too snoozy.

Movie Nation by Roger Moore

It’s a handsomely-mounted, pleasant but dry and almost dull trip back to the Roaring 20s, “Masterpiece” style. Which is it say “Roaring” isn’t really allowed.

IndieWire by Kate Erbland

While Moriarty’s novel functioned as a compelling story about two women from different backgrounds converging during a pivotal time in American history, Engler’s film turns much of its attention to Norma’s story, jettisoning the very best part of the film along the way.

The New York Times by Jeannette Catsoulis

Despite a thoroughly modern central character, this impeccably costumed, wishy-washy period piece feels like it emerged from a PBS storage trunk, wrapped in tissue paper and reeking of mothballs.