The reviews lean firmly negative. None of the critics recommends the film, and the kindest settle for mixed. Where praise exists it sits at the edges: the flashes of humour and self-aware silliness, which several critics find a relief from the plot, and the effects and production design, which earn a grudging word even from writers who dislike everything else. The Wrap credits Jonathan Rhys Meyers with a brief and welcome burst of camp.
The complaints are more consistent than the praise. Most critics call the story incoherent, the exposition clunky and the whole thing a borrowed mix of Twilight, Harry Potter and Buffy. Lily Collins divides opinion: The Hollywood Reporter finds she conveys real empathy, while the Los Angeles Times calls her heroine unconvincing. The spread is narrow in direction and wide in degree, running from two-star shrugs to outright dismissal, with The Guardian going as far as to call the film cynical.
