Dripping with ’80s vibes and practical goo—it’s dated in the best way, with just enough weird to keep it fun.

Ultimately just another slow crawl through well-worn horror territory with nothing new to say.

Passable horror with a decent hook, but it never rises above average. You’ll forget it by the time the credits roll.

Stunning to behold, but the déjà vu is hard to shake. Style nearly makes up for the lack of fresh perspective.

Ambitious in structure but lacking in payoff, the threads feel disconnected and the themes half-baked.

Hooks you with its visuals and keeps you around with a thoughtful core. Familiar ideas, but presented with style and care.

Loud, lifeless, and strangely empty, it’s a disappointing swan song for a director who once had real flair.

Completely absurd but not in a way that works—Cage gives it his all, but even he can’t sell this laughably miscast adventure.

Has style, charm, and chemistry to spare—but it overstays its welcome. Trim the fat and it could’ve really soared.

Feels like a reheated version of better films—familiar beats, predictable turns, and not enough edge to stand out.

Tries for edgy but mostly feels forced, with performances that grate and a story that never really finds its footing.

The premise hooks you early, but the amateur-hour acting drags it down. With stronger performances, this could’ve really cut deep.

Well-shot but pointless, it adds nothing new and feels like a studio checklist rather than a story worth telling.

Even with Cranston giving it his all, this slow burn never catches fire—just a forgettable crime thriller with wasted potential.

Goofy, gory, and totally of its era—feels like Craven caught between two worlds, and the result is strangely delightful.