Rory McArthur’s review published on Letterboxd:
Imperfect, but I enjoyed this a lot. It’s fairly clear that Wright doesn’t have as good a handle on horror as he does on action and comedy, but there’s more than enough good stuff here. The jump scares are fairly rubbish, but the foreboding atmosphere and stylish direction combine and jar to greatly unnerving effect. Thematically it works best as a deconstruction of misplaced nostalgia for the 1960s. It’s moderately less good at exploring misogyny and patriarchy, but I can just about see what they were going for with that in terms of how it ended. It’s definitely the most muddled part of the film though, and I wish it had leant into the nostalgia angle in some different ways instead.