It combines the brooding intensity of a slow-burn thriller with the high-flown ornamentation of a gothic melodrama.
Shana Feste’s film seems blissfully unaware that great fights require truly substantial conflicts.
Dennis Iliadis’s film is an unexpectedly effective parable of the detachment that’s triggered from the overload of stimuli.
A rote home-invasion thriller afraid to be seen as just another rote home-invasion thriller, the film turgidly grasps for profundity by framing bloodlust as patriotic duty.
Having a cast full of good guys doesn’t have to stifle conflict, but it does so here.
The film dazzles during long shots of the cave-diving characters suspended in the Esa-ala’s massive insides as if in utero.
This semi-autobiographical film always manages to counter its indie clichés with a sober sense of the volatility.