Foggy’s review published on Letterboxd:
Proving that having fun making a film doesn’t necessarily translate into fun watching a film. I’m sure Snyder had fun cutting loose and unloading bloody carnage on screen, but his undead Dirty Dozen heist film lacks any character or personality to result in a distinctive romp. Falling back on large scale ideas that entice a larger franchise, but nothing substantive for it’s initial maiden voyage.
There’s perhaps a few curdles of creative sequences here, but overall it feels like a big budget version of those juvenile Grand Theft Auto YouTube video edits. A lot of posing and looking the part but nothing of any meaning beyond playground hijinks digging into adolescent depravity.