Senior film critic for The New York Times
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The absolute dread of Reid’s novel is replaced here with a general cloyingness and laughable pretension. This story could have worked so well on the screen but so much of it is needlessly taken up by verbiage introducing ideas neither having to do with the film nor present in it (as opposed to the haunting existential dialogue of the novel). It doesn’t really work as an adaptation and it’s a failure by itself. The dancing sequence and Buckley’s performance are the best things this has going for it