It’s not every day you see a film shoot itself in the foot to this degree, where every decision past a certain point is a total head scratcher. The 80s aesthetic and women being targeted by a (real life) serial killer coming off the golden age of porn were right there on a silver platter, but it’s all destroyed in service of a scatterbrained and cartoonish third act that can’t be saved by Mia Goth’s star power or the fun…
