Jeffrey Darter

The family dynamics depicted here and the extraordinary performances of the cast are terrifically engaging. The dysfunction lays a firm foundation for the horror element to come. It's a demonic possession story, sure, so there is a tad of predictability, but it's somewhat unique at the same time.

"Tarot" stinks. (That's the longest review it deserves.)

There are zero thrills and little suspense in this thriller. I get the timely intent of the movie, and it must have sounded great on paper, but it was poorly executed as a story. It does not make a clear point, as the protagonist seems to wind up on the villian side of the story after a climax that totally flatlines.

This cauldron is ice cold, honey. There's no allure. No charisma. This fluff drags on and isn't any fun. And who cast this mess, specifically greasy-haired goombah Jack Huston as Lasher? The part of Lasher--described in most all the press about this show as "one of Rice's most sensual characters"-- calls for a Johnny Depp or an Idris Elba or a Robert Pattinson type, instead what we get is a poor man's Ron Jeremy. Alexandra Daddario is great, and she does what she can, but Harry Hamilin comes across as a caricature of every white-suited, mint-julep-sipping Southerner since the Civil War, and you get a sense that he's got 11 secret herbs and spices on the chicken he's cooking in the deep fryer out back. Props to the one bit of perfection in this show: the location and set designs. Mystical New Orleans as we see it here sets the mood for a great, engaging show, but this does make the glacial pace of the series and the poor casting more disappointing.