The Irish Times by Tara Brady

Marc Evans’s film is a lovely thing.

Little White Lies by Lucy Peters

It’s a bittersweet story, foreshadowed by his descent into alcoholism, yet the film manages to retain a purity of heart that will likely move any Burton fan.

The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw

Jones certainly shows Mr Burton’s sad and dignified loneliness.

The Times by Tom Shone

The film is so dewy-eyed about the process that made him a star, it overlooks the more devilish bits of the bargain. In truth all biopics ought to have some aspects of a cautionary tale: there but for the grace of God go we.

The Telegraph by Tim Robey

[Burton] never thought acting was a manly profession, and seemed to be involved in a tug-of-war against himself, tangled up by his roots. To have half explored these themes, as Evans’ film does, means we’re left wanting more, but there’s a pleasing ache to the experience as a platonic love story.

The Observer (UK) by Wendy Ide

It’s a pity, then, that this sluggishly paced film, which leans heavily on a fussy, twinkling piano score, is so meandering and listless.