Jordan Beaumont Anderson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Rote storytelling elevated by Mendelsohn, Rylance, and stellar visual effects production. Yet, feels like Spielberg pulled a Tim Burton and showed up once a month to plaster his Amblin Formula bullshit on it.
Half of my joy is birthed from the Overlook sequence, until the Disney Haunted Mansion platforming level.
Half of my despair is birthed from the final van sequence, where the doors repeatedly open to reveal another formulaic plot contrivance.
In short: a Mozart-esque virgin sculpts culture from the grave and it turns the world into a capitalist hellhole.