The result is a kind of rolling theater of racially targeted, manufactured peril that exploits the underprivileged, rewards corruption and ultimately — when the farce plays itself out — isn’t actually funny. But that’s only after it brilliantly is funny, producing plenty of acrid, world-upside-down laughter about the ridiculous truth behind some serious modern delusions about whom we should be scared of.

Robert Abele

Los Angeles Times

Bitter and bracingly funny new political satire from British dark-comedy master Chris Morris.

William Hughes

The A.V. Club