Time Out New York: People, enough with the faux-hip, slap-happy crime films! Haven’t we already exhausted every ounce of adrenal-rush fun there is to be had out of this strain of pulp fiction? In the nearly two decades since Quentin Tarantino hijacked the genre and revamped it into one long, gleefully violent Trivial Pursuit game, filmmakers from Saskatchewan to Stoke-on-Trent have flattered him sincerely with their imitations.
Final Destination is a reminder of our mortality.
‘It Follows’ still lurks.
The Parenting Review: It starts off as a fun horror-comedy with a great cast, but loses its charm halfway through. The laughs fade, the scares feel predictable, and by the end, it’s just another forgettable haunted house story.
