I’m just going to come right out and say it: Gilroy’s third feature has the basic shape of a Scooby-Doo episode. And even if the mashup of self-consciously pretentious drama with bargain-basement scare tactics is the point of the enterprise—hybridizing genres for kicks, or more cerebrally, to point out their basic incompatibility—the results are, at best, self-defeatingly clever. At worst, they’re just boring.
Adam Nayman
February 1, 2019