sjl’s review published on Letterboxd:
“So back to the drugging...”
That line comes at the exact moment that it should so well done Ms. Scafaria. But it’s still too soft, lingering on (the mediocre) Wu’s tears instead of (the brilliant) Lopez’s flinty coldness. Nobody’s let off the hook exactly, but the shallow ugliness embedded in the (great) source material is missing.
More Keke Palmer running away, please.