Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
Glorified fan fiction about how film people think Hollywood culture has reached the end and we are all okay with just watching it drown. Pretty mean, but in a very bitter way. As pure sympton worth some thought, but there isn't one thing on this that isn't very ugly. Also, somehow made me feel better about Kevin Williamson dumb "smart" genre commentary. The Craven dedication is way more offensive than the Ramis one in Afterlife.