Director Kormákur seems to have a knack for draining all of the energy out of life’s most epic stories.

Makes us wish that all of the characters would end up dead in a grand Darwinian gesture of goodwill.

A slow burn of political chess across a white-hot board where every move comes from the shadows.

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.