Drama class acting, 35-year-old frat boys, pacts with a passive aggressive demon, a pun-spitting ghoul, a closing credits theme song, characters named after the New Kids on the Block, and a grumpy detective all add up to a wonderful 52 minutes of regional SOV candy. Delightful.
Reminds you of what this sort of thing can be with an actual director behind it instead of merely a gang of well-meaning producers. Johnson deploys a few basic narrative and visual tricks that haven't really popped up in a STAR WARS film before, along with his usual precise frames and tight technical craft, and a particular attention to emotional continuity. There's also a welcome preoccupation with collateral damage, both physical and psychic. One thing Johnson's films have never really…