Nick 🌒’s review published on Letterboxd:
A truly wild shadow-self narrative, whipping its lank black hair around, raring to bust through its own smooth exterior (Wan’s virtuosic haunted-house space is mostly a feint here). This isn’t camp or pastiche, but something that sits slightly outside present categories of tone and taste—reckless with tough subjects, uninterested in acting, unafraid of silliness but dark to its core. (Which may be one reason why it’s currently bombing at the multiplex.) From out of the carnage, a weird optimism: destructive plasticity, newfound strength.