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Matt!’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
“I specifically said I wanted honeysuckle sour kombucha, BITCH!”
First half = Titanic
Second half = iceberg
M. Night is once again back to being not quite back, despite all his trailers indicating that he may in fact be back. Josh Hartnett is awesome as Hannibal Lecter meets Norman Bates and a lot of the evading capture sequences at the concert are super fun, but good lord almighty does it nosedive into Stupid City, USA once [something] happens. Like, it’s literally as if someone made two different movies. Insane character decisions, wildly inept FBI crews, godawful dialogue, and the longest, most awkward, most illogical bathroom door standoff of all time combine to cement the consistently inconsistent legacy of a director who has yet again left me looking like the Jesse Pinkman “he can’t keep getting away with this!” meme. It’s tragic.
Shoutout Kid Cudi though for being an absolute icon for his 5 seconds of screen time. Dude lays down some heat on the mic, drops the best line of the movie, eye fucks Joshy boy, and dips. Legend.