Los Angeles Times by Michael Ordona

It’s a ‘70s paranoia movie in the best sense. And this is no hackneyed tribute; it’s complex, murky, propulsive.

Slant Magazine by William Repass

It’s thanks to a kind of tug of war between background and foreground that Beckett succeeds as a piece of entertainment.

San Francisco Chronicle by Mick LaSalle

Apart from a few lapses, Filomarino is straightforward and gets the job done. Along the way, he taps into everyone’s most paranoid fantasy about foreign travel — where the police and authority figures turn on you, and the Constitution or Bill of Rights are a few thousand miles away.

The Film Stage by Erik Nielsen

Its setup is elevated, even after it goes from one close call to another, by the dream logic Filomarino instills in the minutiae of his story’s moving parts and John David Washington’s full-bodied performance.

Vanity Fair by Richard Lawson

Beckett moves through the film not as an invincible badass, but as a man who is tired and in a great deal of pain. And there is indeed no rest for the weary: when Beckett has a brief respite from his physical odyssey, the grief rushes back in. It’s all pretty difficult to watch, as it probably should be.

Variety by Peter Debruge

It’s intriguing to see Filomarino experiment with the formula and exciting to imagine where his career might go from here.

IndieWire by David Ehrlich

Thin and politically disengaged as this diverting Euro-thriller can be, it never forgets how even the most desperate of people can be left to suffer in plain sight — nothing but figures in a landscape.

We Got This Covered by Scott Campbell

Beckett is a solid Netflix effort that offers a throwback to the intense political manhunt thrillers of the 1970s.

The Globe and Mail (Toronto) by Sarah Hagi

Despite its shortcomings, Beckett manages to be a semi-effective thriller, with Washington holding enough attention to get the audience to root for his titular protagonist, but the lack of character development means viewers are never fully invested in his story.

The Guardian by Benjamin Lee

Like Beckett trying to escape his pursuers, it’s a scrappy little film but one worth keeping up with.

The A.V. Club by Roxana Hadadi

The Beckett character is sparsely written, and the sometimes bland performance Washington delivers doesn’t fill in many characterization gaps; it’s a problem that affects the pacing, too.

Chicago Sun-Times by Richard Roeper

This is every bit the international thriller, from the exotic locations to the global political elements to the cast. If only we could get involved in Beckett’s story and truly care about his fate.

Arizona Republic by Bill Goodykoontz

If you’re going to keep your audience guessing, you need to provide them with answers they care about. Beckett doesn’t.

Screen Daily by Fionnuala Halligan

Beckett, though, has better films in its DNA - it is by no means original. What it mostly serves as is a reminder of what is missing from independent cinema - and may well be gone for good.

The Playlist by Jessica Kiang

For a film in which John David Washington lurches, staggers, stumbles, shambles, flounders, falters, wobbles, scrabbles and totters across an entire Greek province . . . Beckett sure is dull.

The Hollywood Reporter by David Rooney

Directed with a workmanlike lack of style by Ferdinando Cito Filomarino and written by Kevin A. Rice without the required ambiguities to feed the protagonist’s paranoia, this pedestrian wrong-place-wrong-time manhunt through Greece never really sparks. And the jury that’s still out over whether John David Washington is movie-star material gets shaky evidence to support that case.