This isn’t merely a spin on a genre; it is a thoughtful character study that subtly tackles womanhood, motherhood and race.

Its production, structure and performances are all fantastic, making for an entertainment as alive as the classic that inspired it.

It is largely charming and its heavier themes, while occasionally being dealt with in a clumsy manner, are certainly not discarded.

It contains individual scenes that are compelling, but is largely unable to carry the tension over to its plotting and one major character.

While it is unlikely to change minds, it is an interesting look at a child who realized Earth is bigger than her and needs to be protected.

Due to the way it marries real-life terrors with things that go bump in the night, His House is compelling and surprisingly powerful.

It is a brutal satire, sometimes funny, sometimes offensive, that attempts to say that we are not as progressive as we like to believe.

An uneven production that has enjoyable high-points, but peaks in the middle, before building to a frustratingly dull final act.

Despite a couple good performances and some quality production design, it just isn’t interesting.

The story itself would’ve sufficed, but there’s too much hand-holding in Sorkin’s screenplay to let viewers come to our own conclusions.