A bad book has all its traits exacerbated by a directorial style that would make that one Tarantino friend believe in cinema again. Enjoyable, but largely not for the plot.
God bless them though they kept every Thomas reference in.
Such an interesting framework, yet such a frustrating watch. There's almost nothing to grab hold of to keep your attention from wandering off-screen. Excellent cinematography cannot save flat character work and repetitive artistic choices. Witch trials and fire scored to a small women's choir is scary, but showing the same sequence every single time we're heading into spooky territory just makes me feel like the budget was blown on getting stock footage of Malcom McDowell.