Jeremy Heilman’s review published on Letterboxd :
Uneven direction (three song cues before the opening credits conclude, dream imagery that never meaningfully pays off, etc...) mars a rare horror film that makes its thinly veiled subtext much more frightening than its genre elements. Since those horror elements do surprisingly little to extend the film's racial critique, they ultimately come off as something of a distraction or a commercial consideration. Given the precision with which the film skewers American racial politics in its first half, one expects it to grow increasingly painful and uncomfortable as it reveals its secrets. Disappointingly, it settles on a cheap lie of empowerment instead. Still, this is reasonably accomplished, with a number of supremely creepy small performances that go a long way toward selling the thing.