The screenplay never puts in the work to get them to see where they went wrong. It is more like their hatred stops making sense to them because they need to cooperate to stay alive.

At no point is anyone in this movie given the tiniest shred of depth. They are all pit stops on Michael’s journey.

Bob Odenkirk is, of course, perfect for the material, bringing his dead-pan humor and amusing realism to a deadly situation. It is bloody and explosive, after a strangely slow setup.

It raises a lot of questions about love, gender, mental health, youth and the ability to grow/change, satirizing these concepts and declining to do anything with them, besides using them to mock a generation claiming to be more in touch with their feelings.