Ian Stanley’s review published on Letterboxd:
Trades in the dusty ‘70s Americana vibe of the original for a decidedly neon ‘80s pop aesthetic that sorta works and sorta doesn’t. It tweaks the concept slightly, rubbing itself up against a more traditional slasher structure, allowing itself to fall prey (heh) to tropes before flipping the script right when it counts. My interest waned a bit towards the climax, but a truly brilliant poolside sequence followed by nods to both Christine and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre pulled me right back in.