About two-thirds of a creepy, unsettling story that comes unglued in the final 30 minutes.
What initially looks like “just another opportunity for Neeson to kick ass” turns into something less conventional.
The kind of bland, by-the-numbers origin story that shows comic book movies at their least innovative.
The movie tries to use the supernatural horror aspects to amplify the racial ones but this is where "Master" loses its way.
Not good enough to transcend the limitations of the genre but it’s a passably enjoyable throwback to the heyday of rom-coms.
There’s nothing worthwhile here; the landscape of wretched banality offers only wasted time and a sense of despair.