The entire film feels like it’s stuck in a post-coital coma.

Edgy with a rough-hewn style and the grace of a gorilla ordering a pale Pouilly-Fuissé.

A drawn-out reminder of “the grass is always greener” syndrome.

No film in 2017 surprised me more than this one.

Feels as if del Toro borrowed and updated a campy 1950s sci-fi thriller.

Has the feel of a potluck dinner gone bad.

Rattles us with an authenticity not often found in films of its era.

A captivating, unrelenting tale that takes no prisoners.

A shockingly empty expanse of unresolved questions and unrealized potential.

This drama perfectly paints a picture that few have any interest in displaying.

The magic evaporates faster than the honey in Pooh’s pot.

The action still packs a punch, but its impact isn’t what it used to be.