Dan Brown’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film isn't even close to as edgy or interesting as I presume Ari Aster thinks it is. Without Toni Collette to carry the absolute fuck out of his poor writing it becomes painfully obvious that Aster is good at two things: trying so hard it's almost painful to witness, and being largely uninteresting. Will Poulter and his stupid fucking eyebrows are in this film, also.
Oh, and subtitles in Futura? That's an xD from me.