Genuinely impressed at how a film can both a). completely waste the amazingly charismatic Ethan Hawke as a serial killer by making him a non-menacing and dull presence and b). completely rush or not follow through on almost every moment and concept of the film that is even remotely interesting.
I wanted this to be Derrickson's blank check/Marvel-can-get-fucked film, but its way too formulaic and stupid.