Transcendence

There's no surprise here; no nuance. And without any understanding of its subject matter or any interest in making others understand, either, Transcendence gives you very little reason to care.

Pfister and Paglen are going for emotional intimacy, but they forgot to add enough shading to their ensemble to land any kind of punch.

Pfister manages to put up one eye-catching image after another, yet never engages us for more than a moment.

Transcendence becomes weirdly successful as a sort of cockeyed analogy for the gospel and the painful, tragic, violent beauty of the Incarnation and Christ's crucifixion.

The movie is rhythmless, shapeless, and, with the exception of a few shots, cheesy-looking.

Nevertheless, Transcendence is superior to most other sci-fi films these days; it's briskly paced, consummately made and never boring. Puzzling and occasionally challenging it may be, but it's made with style and imagination.

“Transcendence” looked good on paper but not in execution.

Transcendence looks like a top-notch production, but nothing about it stands out in any way.

Asks some interesting questions but might have been more thought provoking if it was a better movie

What should have been an intriguing sci-fi thriller is reduced to a series of Cliff's Notes that leave little more than a muted impact intellectually and emotionally.