The film is by and large a conspicuously manufactured thriller that moves between manipulative psych-outs.
The only saving grace of the film’s mostly recycled horrors is how they deepen Michael Fassbender’s android David.
It goes in for the idea of texture, tics, and human behavior, but there’s no conviction, and no real push for eccentricity.
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Showrunner Steven Moffat presents the intersection between Doctor Who and Christmas in the most direct possible way.
It doesn’t take long to realize that Ridley Scott’s adaptation is only aiming for certain forms of credibility, and callously eschewing others.
The D or F CinemaScore can indicate something potentially subversive about the material, whether intentional or not.