Dave Horwitz’s review published on Letterboxd:
If The Haunted Mansion was lit with those Phillips Hue bulbs you control with your phone.
What’s the point of this story? Don’t romanticize the past because bad things happened in the past but also do because the fashion and music were sick?
Handles any kind of “issue” so poorly it’s almost the most interesting part of the movie.
Characters are so one dimensional I thought it was a fake-out, but mean girl roommates, doting teachers, and down bad, do-anything-for-you love interests are just that.
Can twists really be called twists if they are obvious from minute one?
Sheesh this stinks. What a fucking bummer.
PS: Ellie, dawg, you gotta get yourself some blackout curtains.