matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Does anyone else feel like a fried egg?"
Sublimely tacky, but there's very little here that doesn't have precedent in Burton's installments, and it's inarguably just as technically polished, as if the old TV show had, like, $18,000 papier-mâché rocks and state-of-the-art miniature work. I'm no longer able to see this as intrinsically awful, even if I don't particularly care for Schumacher's approach (also I think a lot of the supposedly legendary awfulness is some ugly "no homo" bullshit).
If they ever put Schwarzenegger in something like this, I might never stop laughing.