Nothing irks me more than conspicuous yet unmotivated slo-mo/music drops/camera movements, and McG uses all of these in abundance. Entertaining enough, though (again) conspicuously sophomoric in a way that grates. The climax makes little sense and the coming-of-age story is half-baked. Though I would have gladly watched shirtless Robbie Amell torment pre-teens for the entire run time, the rest was chaff.
McG cashing in on the 80's horror revival a little too late to be cool. And boy, he is trying to be cool, with his editing especially. There is enough to like in the performances, especially Amell, and the genre tropes satify though, so its worth your 80 minutes.
Entertaining, but completely forgettable. I like the blood, the humor and the Weaving/Lewis duo: when it works great, it works great. At the end, it's a nice popcorn flick with no brains and a lot of shot boobs. To be honest, I won't mind if there's a second one - because it's so by the book, it's the kind of movie that can be reheated over and over again.
McG tries to emulate alot of what made 80's cinema great without getting it right. A lot of story beats and tropes are wielded in search of knowing nostalgia but ends up becoming a tame style experiment. A kind of "Home Alone" goes slasher really. Still there is fun to be had here and sometimes the movie finds it footing and becomes kinda great. All in all a decent attempt but uneven.