screenqueen97’s review published on Letterboxd:
Where The Crawdads Sing could have been a brave, powerful and thrilling mystery. Instead we got a movie that tried to make poverty an aesthetic. Although this is beautifully shot and captures some incredible scenery, this is nothing more than a Netflix original romance with a -wine-mum who listens to murder podcasts- flare. For most of the runtime, I felt that I was rewatching the same scenes over and over again. There were both characters and aspects of the story that were seemingly forgotten and never fully developed or explained. I felt that this lacked direction but at the same time the writers desperately wanted to spoon feed me a storyline that they thought i’d enjoy (I definitely didn’t). After waiting two hours for SOMETHING, the ending was rushed, cringey and had me leaving the cinema with an eyeroll. I didn’t enjoy this one bit and am honestly shocked that it merits a cinema release.