Vapid! Ed Woodian. No pacing or momentum. Disjointed. At cross purposes with itself. What is it, a comedy? A mystery? Sci-fi? Horror? A 7th grade drama class project?
Unbelievably stupid plot resolution. Autobiography of alcoholic pill popping writer and director. Jeez Netflix, y'all must be desperate. And Kristen!???! It's been a tough couple of years, I know, but this is really scraping the bottom of the barrel. I understand, you gotta do what you gotta do. Good news this will either be quickly forgotten , or become a cult classic. Night of the living Dead stuff. Oh wait, that's what parody is all about, making dumb stuff dumber. Nevermind. Great job!