Robert McDonald’s review published on Letterboxd:
Idk why but right now the only movies I feel like watching are shit like this from the late-90’s/early-2000s. First half of this is surprisingly sleepy, aside from the fingerbanging on rollercoaster scene, set to The Sundays cover of Wild Horses, but once Wahlberg shows back up at the house and William Petersen is beside himself, this is on full tilt. Wahlberg’s acting is not exactly the greatest, but this does get very well how awkward and menacing he is, especially at this moment in time.
SO LET ME IN THE FUCKIN HOUSE!