We're like the people chained up in the cave in the allegory of the people in the cave by the Greek guy.
Every time you think this movie is just forgettable, sleazy slasher trash, it pulls off some genius stroke like a series of match cuts from a screaming nun to open-mouthed nutcrackers to singing carolers.
I feel like some people are are dangerously overselling the psychological depth at play here, but it certainly does the work of establishing our killer as a sympathetic victim, the Catholic orphanage as cruel and un-nurturing, and the police as lethally incompetent.
The important thing is that tonally, this movie knows exactly what it's doing. I laughed out loud several times. Quality camp.
What a waste of potential. Instead of doing something wholly fresh and original, good ol' fanboy J.J. Abrams bent over backwards to copy and remix elements from the original trilogy at every opportunity.
It's still fun, bright and filled with wonderful performances from old and new faces, but it just doesn't stick the landing. It's a fine enough starting point for Disney's new annual franchise, I suppose.