The Humans

This is more than just a nihilistic revamp of Home for the Holidays. It's bleaker than that, more forensic in its analysis of innate human hopelessness.

The casting is... first-rate, with Richard Jenkins and a wounded, garrulous Jayne Houdyshell the standouts.

The ensemble remains electrifying against the damp.

The result is like an expressionist horror by Polanski.

There's palpable dread throughout this stagey but nevertheless evocative whirlwind of dysfunction.

[Writer-director Stephen Karam's] dialogue -- overlapping, percussive, ultimately musical -- is as exquisitely observed as it is immaculately performed by this cracking cast. It's as if Samuel Beckett had written a sitcom.

The claustrophobia in The Humans transcends its confined narrative setting...

The Humans is A24‘s scariest film of the year. One that does reveal the truth that no matter how we may appear on the service, true horror and hell is other people…

How does making the work resemble a horror movie add anything to our understanding of the Blakes and their relationships, to each other and to the world? It might be one of those overly clever conceptions that should have been set aside.

The only thing The Humans evokes is viewer indigestion and indignation.