That unnerving way Flynn has of taking us to dark, deliciously twisted places has been utterly massacred.
Miriam Di Nunzio
The third offering from Flynn Dark Places does its best to stir a multitude of emotions within us, but in doing so, the film feels contrived and hurried.
The surface level generic pleasures of Dark Places and the stellar cast are entertaining enough, even if it doesn't quite stick the landing.
The mystery itself eventually becomes tiresome and shrug-worthy, even as the film breathlessly racks up the revelations.
Director Gilles Paquet-Brenner marshaled a top-tier cast and commanded them to tromp across Flynn's intelligent bestseller like investigators muddying a crime scene.
Each flashback or revelatory conversation fills in a few more details of the overheated story without giving us a reason to care about it in the first place.
Stacey May Fowles
While there is still some flicking at the book's more human themes of best-intentioned familial deceit, forgiveness and healing, they're all but blotted out by Gilles Paquet-Brenner's slapdash direction.
The mystery unspools slowly, with so many different twists and turns it's impossible to figure it out ahead of time. That's fine. By the time you get there, however, you probably won't care anymore.
Dingy and dumb. Instead of a quickened pulse, it results in multiple yawns and a "So, that's it? Meh."