At their best, Wright's films are both knowing genre tributes and small-scale, humanistic tales of misfits finding a place for themselves. I don't think this one quite transcends the sum of its parts, but it's still a sumptuous and harrowing giallo pastiche.
The central performances are wildly compelling (a nice change from the charisma void that was Baby Driver), and the production design, music and '60s iconography are spot-on. The whole thing is a worthwhile watch despite some baffling missteps in storytelling here and there. (And now I'm going to go watch The Limey again. Justice for Terence Stamp!)
