This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
Contains all of the elements for a wonderful sequel yet wrecks them with some questionable decisions and a silly finale.
Contains too many dead spots and occasionally wanders off course like a faulty broom on magical autopilot.
It’s exactly the film that May and Taylor wanted, and it’s a complete bore.
A tedious experience that made me cringe more than applaud or smile.
An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.
Attempts to walk a very fine line between campy and creepy, between reality and dystopia.
Two-and-a-half hours of nonsensical jibber-jabber interspersed with adrenaline-inducing special effects.
It’s too long where it should be shorter and too short where it should be longer.
Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.