MacDara Conroy’s review published on Letterboxd:
The thing that really hamstrings this story is that M Night Shyamalan does not understand adult human relationships. Kids he gets, he can write for them fairly well, but his adults are ridiculous. Their dialogue, their interactions, their emotions are all so alien to any actual human experience, even accounting for melodrama and heightened atmosphere (neither of which are really present here). It’s purposefully distracting, it has to be, because he can’t focus on the nightmare at hand. Let’s have someone else take a crack at this same premise and see if we don’t get far more affecting results.