The narrative is choppy, the tension is less pervasive than it should be, and there’s no ending.
Unable to generate an honest emotional response, the filmmakers resort to cheap trickery and heart-string rending music.
A jumble of overhyped action scenes, trite dialogue, painfully bad “character development”, and awful writing.
The movie is frequently incomprehensible and, on those occasions when it makes sense, the viewer may wish it didn’t.
This isn’t about providing quality entertainment; it’s about fooling audiences into spending money by offering a familiar title with recognizable actors.
The production is uncomfortable and artificial, lacking internal logic and tonal consistency.
What we’re left with is a misbegotten notion that bringing back characters long past their sell-by date is a good idea.
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a viewer in search of two hour’s quality entertainment won’t find it here.
When film-goers speak of New York-based indies as having become insular and pretentious, "Mistress America" is an example of what they're referring to.
"Self/less" is too badly made to entertain audiences in search of escapist entertainment and too insulting for viewers hoping for more.