Zane’s review published on Letterboxd :
Ah, definitive 90s Richard Gere. Fortyish, gray-haired, affable, chasing that elusive West Virginia cryptid and his own demons while doing his part to convince us that Laura Linney’s small town cop needs his help with mothmen or anything else.
I’m not sure exactly what keeps this movie so tame, but it never gets under my skin the way it seems designed to. Maybe it tries to do too much with too little, wanting to get good coverage out of its source novel (which I haven’t read). The Mothman mythology is broad, and some of it isn’t compelling here. This might have been more memorable if it focused more on exploring its own possibilities.