Avaliações do Metacritic

Delivers fairly tense and engrossing drama before succumbing to thriller convention.

It's a shame, then, that the later stages of Lakeview Terrace should overheat and spill into silliness. The plot is compromised, not resolved, by the pulling of a gun.

Like a lot of better genre fare, Lakeview Terrace uses its predictable premise to mount a stealth attack on the audience's sensibilities.

In pandering to Hollywood standards about how stories like this should unfold, LaBute has lost his edge.

One wishes LaBute, a bleak satirist and, at his best, a crudely compelling dramatist, had taken the script and made it his own sort of twisted comedy instead of a routine thriller

Lakeview Terrace's pretense at exploring racial intolerance has been exposed for what it really is: a B-movie copout.

Jackson is the best thing here.

Ultimately, Lakeview Terrace isn't about race so much as it's about being a man, which has been LaBute's fallback theme from the start.

The film, absent a sense of place and populated by repellent or weak characters, soon devolves into an increasingly foul litany of events.

Boilerplate stuff through and through.