Kyle Smith

Enter the age of pre-fab "cult" movies. Mandy is an incoherent parts-bin mishmash of overwrought violence, silly 'alternate' camera angles and a blood, blood, blood. What's missing - but who cares, right? - is any form of plot, interesting or not. Meanwhile, movie critics reveal their Emperor's Clothing culture on this heap via trite oohs and ahhs, afraid to call garbage for what it is. Take a pass on this cynical Happy Meal of a movie.