Most critics enjoy this one, and enjoy it loudly. Nine of the thirteen reviews are positive, and the praise gathers around the same things: the relish with which Mike Flanagan dispatches a Sackler-like pharmaceutical family, the operatic staging of each death, and a cast that several reviews single out, with Bruce Greenwood and Carla Gugino named most often. The anger at the very rich is taken as a feature rather than a flaw, and a few critics call it among Flanagan’s best work.
The reservations are consistent even among admirers: middle episodes that drag, a plot that feels bloated, Poe references that sometimes sit awkwardly, and a sense that it is shallower than Midnight Mass or Hill House. /Film finds the tone uncommitted to either scares or comedy. The spread is wide, from near-raves at Paste and Consequence to outright dismissals from The Telegraph and The Independent, which call it overstuffed and muddled respectively. The dissent, notably, comes from the British papers.
