Avoid this lifeless pish, which doesn’t even have the B-movie charm to recommend it.
I wasn’t expecting much, but a tiresome episode of TV’s Goosebumps is more fun.
Or just watch Arachnophobia (1990) instead.
An expertly put together drip-feed narrative and an atmosphere from the world of peak Michael Mann keeps this enthralling to the very end, the gloom and the whispers working where most movies flounder. It demands patience and it is rewarded. A film that respects the concentration span of its audience is something to be revered these days. That, and the captivating performances. Can Joel Edgerton ever supply us with a bad one?
And what is it with Sean Harris? He is your go-to actor if one requires a creep, a bad boy, or just your general weirdo. Would love to see him in a whimsical romantic comedy.
Get this seen.