This creative and often intense film serves up captivating novelty through surprising, deafening silence. 

A psychological mind screw that’s both half-brilliant and half-baked.

Dialogue and immersive visuals deserve our attention despite monotone elements.

Body slams every ounce of morality that tries to bloom in its space. 

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

An experience that goes off the rails almost from boarding.

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

Like a puzzle where the pieces have the same shape and familiarity but the image that they produce is different.

The plot and believability melt away to nothing over the course of the film.

This movie expertly straddles the line between horror and comedy.

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

Mark Felt’s high-stakes machinations keep the audience engaged, but only from a distance.