With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.
By the end, Toa Fraser’s film tellingly leaves the root causes of the militant group’s malcontent entirely unexplored.
Writer-director David Michôd’s film renders existential crises of American entitlement dull and tedious.
Paul Schrader’s personality reveals itself in the film’s joylessness, which is meaningless without his occasionally poignant existentialism.