Auteur’s review published on Letterboxd :
I'm not sure how directing two hours of television in the last decade qualifies you to assume responsibility for this franchise, but I guess it doesn't matter when all the studio cares about is keeping it going. Uprising plays so much like straight-to-video fan fiction it's disgusting. Gone is any sense of wonder or genre respect or inventiveness that del Toro brought to his original, and in its place is just a fill-in-the-blanks template. And Scott Eastwood is the worst actor alive. I don't know if he tries to ape his old man on purpose, or if it is just the way he is in real life, but every squinty-eyed line reading is for the birds. I wonder if Clint actually watches the shit he's in and says "good job son."