Ted Mills’s review published on Letterboxd:
There's a moment here in the final third, when Madison is in a holding cell with over a dozen hardened female criminals straight out of central casting, and something turns, and then you know exactly what Wan's been building towards. And then he exceeds it, hilariously, and then gives you EVEN MORE. I was so glad to be in the cinema watching this insanity unspool on screen. It makes up for the previous hour where I was getting the point, over and over, and wondering on what level Wan understands the film's silliness. (Is his dialog this bad intentionally? Or his supporting characters this wooden?) It's a giallo all right, but by way of video nasties and with plenty of great prosthetic effects. Finished my tray o' popcorn.