When one of the most enlightening moments of a film comes during the postscript (black holes!), you know there's a problem - one that has nothing to do with math.
[It] takes an incredible true story - about an impoverished Indian man whose Jedi math skills helped him triumph over race, class and bad food in early 20th century England - and telescopes it into a well-made yet predictable tale of inspiration.
The multiplexes are full of films that promise little more than a forgettable good time. "The Man Who Knew Infinity" is just as entertaining, but far more substantial.
It's predictable - throughout the film, I kept thinking that I'd seen it before - and a bit sentimental, yet thoroughly pleasant.
Miriam Di Nunzio
The Man Who Knew Infinity stands on its own merit, thanks in great measure to Patel and Irons, who give us two engaging characters.
It touches on serious - and ridiculously complex - ideas but always cuts them down to manageable, middle-brow morsels.
It's all a bit much and a bit spot-on, but oh, is it ever lovely to look at and suffused with sincere emotion.
J. R. Jones
Details the racial antagonism Ramanujan encountered on campus, and there's a weak romantic subplot involving the wife he left behind in Madras.
A solid historical drama opposing racism, xenophobia and weak math skills.