Sam Carlson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Meryl Streep is this movie and Philip Seymour Hoffman is the lifeblood. Don’t think about that metaphor too much, just take it for its sentiment.
With various perspectives and a wide spectrum of emotion, Doubt tackles issues without actually tackling them. And I mean that in a good way. The performances tell you everything about the complexity of the issue(s) and the open-endedness is eerily reflective. A bunch of quality cinematic jabs, but I missed a final KO. I was left teetering, but never completely floored. Except by Streep. She killed me.