Godzilla and Kong’s team-up is an inevitability, but the film takes its sweet time getting there.
Simon Barrett imbues his narrative with a purplish emotionality that the Urban Legend movies didn’t even think to bother with.
The film is only in the business of supplying the sort of fear that hinges entirely on the shock of the exotic.
It doesn’t suggest documentary footage found in the woods so much as a haunted-house version of Hardcore Henry.
It connects 1980s horror-movie nostalgia cleverly and implicitly to the real fears that haunt contemporary American life.
With The Guest, Adam Wingard announces himself as a conspirator of super-cool cine-pleasure.
This Blu-ray disc’s disappointing sound mix is still not enough to detract from the film’s gleeful mumblecore-assaulting pleasures.
Throughout, Joe Swanberg connects Generation Y’s fetish for past pop-cultural kitsch to its attending sexual insecurities.
It’s a welcome contrast to the first film’s snuff-y atmosphere and mean-spiritedness.
As a horror movie that feels more like a mumblecore drama that a serial killer passes through, it’s deaf to its own shifting tones.
Mumblecore has, it seems, become more ersatz than hyper-scripted speech.