The film goes down easy because it saves the self-improvement clichés for the homestretch.
The film carelessly affirms the idea that all women should be able to fight back at will, and if they don’t, it’s on them.
The film doesn’t have much of a point, as its characters are reductive variables in an inevitable equation of carnage.
Simon Stone’s film too often strains for a tragic gravity that its ultimately melodramatic characters never earn.
