Scrawler’s review published on Letterboxd:
Blunt is excellent. But the plot conflict centers around an adult Michael Banks who--even when one tries to be sympathetic on account of his grief--is incredibly, intolerably annoying. The whole narrative only exists because he doesn't know how to be an adult, despite growing up with literally every advantage--even supernatural ones. He's infuriating. Plus, it takes a "one bad apple" approach to the cruelties perpetrated by the banking industry. Oh and worst of all, there's about 1.5 decent songs in this thing.