I'm side-eyeing the shit out of everyone making snarky jokes about Sheridan's writing style. Maybe I just missed the seminar where it's illegal to be unsubtle about theme. Personally, when you're brilliant at crafting dialogue, brilliant at creating interesting characters, brilliant at sculpting an almost-unbearable sense of dread, and audacious enough to make thrillers that are actually *about something,* I could give five thousand flying fucks about a lack of subtlety.
This movie is fucking great in every way and I left the theater feeling I'd been hit with a ton of bricks. Go see it, you lunatics.