Frank Ritz’s review published on Letterboxd:
Dissolves story for atmosphere at every juncture. I love The Wages of Fear; I've only seen it once, but it still has stuck pretty well* in my brain, and is one of the most exhilarating, and profound visceral reactions, I've ever had watching a film. I understand this is something different, and even outside of comparing the two, I think this thing falls short because of my opening statement. The first hour was very engaging; watching these men gather in a town out of desperation, with very limited information. Danger was always lurking, but you honestly learn nothing about these guys - which is fine, until you realize it doesn't make the stakes rise too high in the second half. It also mostly becomes a straight remake in the back half (I know not beat for beat/situation for situation - but more than a few instances), and has all it's flair spent in the front. Cast is good, location is crazy, production is huge and ambitious and inspiring, Friedkin is a madman, and this thing does communicate that dangerous atmosphere pretty unparalleled. But at the end of the day, it seems like it's wanting to be more than that, and it simply isn't (beyond all your standard; hubristic capitalist blah blah blah (I'm watching too many movies in this vein)). Still great, and would definitely check it out again, but The Wages of Fear is screaming to be re-watched.
*had my mind blown when discussing that film after, to discover, I completely misremembered the ending - so now I question what else I've forgotten/misconstrued.