Khoi Vinh’s review published on Letterboxd:
Oof. This is the Edgar Wright that’s been just below the surface of his “cult hits” all along, at least for me: he’s more concerned with visual spectacle than emotional arcs, more concerned with conspicuous needle drops than narrative seaworthiness. What’s really most shocking here is how boring and unscary this ghost story is; the frights feel perfunctory and mostly predictable. The script does no favors for the cast, nearly all of whom I like but all of whom seem lost, and the climax is just plain dumb.