
Renfield movie review: it mostly sucks
Nicholas Hoult is lovely. Hammy Nicolas Cage is amusing. But everyone in this movie is in a different movie; the tonal mismatches are baffling. Was it the first draft of this script that was greenlit?

Nicholas Hoult is lovely. Hammy Nicolas Cage is amusing. But everyone in this movie is in a different movie; the tonal mismatches are baffling. Was it the first draft of this script that was greenlit?
…in the time of coronavirus.

A zombie musical comedy set at Christmas should be a can’t-miss. But this one isn’t scary or funny; its characters are one-note, and the whole shebang — blah songs included — is emotionally flat.

A huge disappointment, crude and simple compared to Aardman’s earlier, more sophisticated and multilayered work. No satire or subversion, just a bog-standard triumph-of-the-underdog story.

Edgar Wright used to send up cinematic clichés with gusto and with huge humor. Here he just embraces them — and his sullen, unengaging hero — unironically.

Its humor is a little more uncomfortable than that of the other Cornetto flicks, and it’s more far satirical, in a far more cynical way, than I ever would have anticipated.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me):

The director is posting photos from the ten-years-ago shoot starting today…
Lightsaber? Phaser? Or maybe you prefer something that also exists in the real world, such as Harry Callahan’s Magnum or SG1’s P90? Or Shaun’s anti-zombie cricket bat?
I’m gonna go with the impenetrable bunker and a year’s worth of food, water, and diversionary activities to pass the time till a cure is found.