Jordan Smith’s review published on Letterboxd:
Weak trailer, ugly-ass poster, bargain-bin nostalgia — seemed like yet another moribund property needlessly resurrected for a piddling box office haul. And an early cue of “Season of the Witch” should resign it to that status but, like Scorsese using “Gimme Shelter” for the hundredth time, it feels comforting and familiar rather than creatively bankrupt. The rest is as soothingly derivative. The bad stuff? Ending is weird (i.e. you’re a pussy if you don’t go to Vietnam) and the nighttime scenes are almost incomprehensible. (At one point, it just looked like a black screen.) Still a lot of fun, though, and the PG-13 rating doesn’t feel all that neutered.