Cold Copy seemed full of promise at first glance. I was initially intrigued by what direction it may take, I anticipated an engaging narrative, yet it disappointingly fell flat for me. It came across as unrealistic, and failed to deliver the intended impact. The characters lack authenticity and complexity, resulting in a shallow and monotonous film with an amateurish feel. While it had moments of suspense, they felt artificial. While not terrible, the film lacked nuance and ultimately proved to be boring. While I didn't hate it, I wouldn't suggest it to others

A thrilling concept that’s sometimes not executed as well as it could be, the last act of the film is really strong and the performances really shine, especially Bel Polley. I wish the first hour had a bit more oomph to it though.

Jacob Tremblay has no shame in his man bun

Cold; contrived; short; thrill-free; uncompelling; unconvincing; unlikable; unrealistic.

COLD COPY takes a gripping look at the cutthroat world of journalism, where provocation sells more than the truth. Tracee Ellis Ross is outstanding as a tough-as-nails journalist who pushes one of her students toward success no matter the cost. A riveting directorial debut for Roxine Helberg on the nature of power and ambition.

Cold Copy was a weary watch, with tension left awkwardly lingering in places. It clashes with the fast-paced, lions’ den-like world of journalism that’s setup here.

Although it’s missing a zing in its exploration of power dynamics and ambition, Bel Powley throws in a reliably solid performance. Her Mia is a determined journalist student, whose principled nature is tested by Tracee Ellis Ross’ Diane. A formidable, scathing mentor who’s just…super mean. She doesn’t think Mia is cut out for the job, neither do I and I don’t think Mia quite believes it either. It’s all familiar waters, but I suppose it wraps up in a decent, thrilling manner which left me asking why it wasn’t there in the first place. 

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For a film that veers in the direction of something like Whiplash where pupils break themselves and their moral codes to please their cruel teachers, Cold Copy is alarmingly tepid. Any sort of fiery emotion that is a requirement for material like this is trapped behind a glass wall, visible but never reachable. Moments of severity feel stilted and the rest just feels awkward and too desperate to reach its big girl boss finale. At least Tracee Ellis Ross is always worth watching.

No way this bitch played the victim the entire time

in a world....... where everyone wears the exact same thing every single day for some reason......... the scariest thing........is............LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's basically Whiplash for journalism students, but as someone who was once a journalism student, I admit I was glued to the screen the entire time.