Rebecca

This is a melodramatic tale of class disparity and imposter syndrome and compulsive jealousy and explosive fury, and the execution here is just ... tepid. Lukewarm.

Overall, it's a highly polished and consistently enjoyable watch that feels a little hemmed in by convention.

This dreary, garish take on Rebecca never justifies its presence.

A work of fierce interiority has been turned into a hollow exercise in exteriority.

The rest is a bit of a damp squib.

Everyone behaves themselves in this "Rebecca," whereas the point of the book and the first movie is that our worst behavior is always floating just below the waterline, ready to bob to the surface at the wrong moment.

The thirst for a sinister and mysterious Rebecca is a thirst that is never quenched.

Rebecca feels sanded out, erased of all imperfection, identity and mystery.

The casting is not the Wheatley Rebecca’s biggest problem, but it certainly doesn’t help.

Netflix’s version of Rebecca gets lost in trying to balance so many genres in just one film.