STinG’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are productions where the director died during editing and yet this is probably the least finished movie I have ever seen. But it definitely has a crazed and dedicated energy (something you do not have to hand to them, frankly) to try to hold shit together (largely through Tom Hooper's always welcome sense of lavishness, sorry but I like his visual aesthetic usually even if it's used for evil here) even when their scale is inconsistent for the whole movie and skin and fur is not moving consistently and like... why are the skin around their eyes and the bottom of their face so human, I can't stand looking at it. I feel like Rosemary Woodhouse when I look at Idris Elba's eyes.
I think I would have had more fun with this if I wasn't watching it with the world's worst audience (11 walkouts, idiot kids throwing popcorn up into the projector window, idiot kids on their phone at full brightness) but I am confident that my next viewing with friends who are in tune might make it a so-bad-it's-good joyful fun time or give me more clarity in my descent to hell.