I'd give myself an "eh" out of "meh."
Netflix Originals (2018) #9
For someone who usually tries to act the hardest he can, Leto appears totally satisfied to coast on a single vacant stare for the entirety of this performance. His character never emotes, rarely speaks, and communicates effectively nothing about himself throughout the too-long two-hour duration of this film. (My best guess is that he's trying for an Alain Delon-type of stoic protagonist, to absolutely zero success.) Honestly, it's a good match for a gaijin-made yakuza film…
How is it that a 2+ hour blockbuster on interstellar survival is also one of the simplest movies of the year? While I think most of the film's goodwill stems from what it isn't (a philosophy-waxing meditation on human existence and its meaning to an uncaring universe, à la Gravity or Interstellar) than what it is (a straightforward, optimistic survivalist narrative on the indomitable nature of the human spirit), that never diminishes the satisfactions gained by watching a simple, likable astronaut use ingenuity and tenacity to find the means to inhabit an inhabitable foreign planet.
Perhaps a bit too indebted to Hitchcock at times, particularly PSYCHO's unnecessary psycho-babble exposition and fetishization of mental illness, physical deformity, etc. But there's so much raw cinematic talent packed into each frame that it's difficult to come away anything but impressed. De Palma seamlessly integrates '70's-era leftist distrust of authority and tensions both racial and gendered, and in a psychological thriller no less! Combined with what's to become signature De Palma luridity and voyeurism, SISTERS proves itself a deserving entry into the New Hollywood canon.