Metacritic reviews

As much a deeply affectionate love letter to eighties-era horror-comedies as it is a synapse-stretching exercise in defiant maximalism, Joseph Kahn’s new film, Ick, is a true ride designed to hold, thrill, kiss and kill you.

Playfully mocking today’s always-online, virtual-signaling teen generation while simultaneously embracing its bevy of old-school tropes, it’s exactly the sort of crowd-pleaser designed to be seen in a theater, after dark, with a rowdy audience.

With a great cast, excellent visual effects, and perfectly edited and executed scenes and transitions, there is a lot to love.

This full-frontal assault on the senses is bound to get on some viewers’ nerves, but Kahn has always strived to touch them in one way or another.

The pacing and comedy feel like they slow down a little at the beginning of the third act, but Ick is largely a very entertaining, engrossing, and endearing take on a classic staple of mid-century sci-fi horror, reworked for the 2020s.

The biggest issue Ick faces is its ability to sustain momentum.

The problem is that the sociopolitical underpinnings of “Ick” feel relatively shallow and borderline sadistic, leaving viewers with a hollow “Blob” riff with too little to hold onto regarding character, setting, or even horror.

As a horror-comedy, Ick commits the sin of not being remotely haunting enough to make for a decent horror movie or anywhere near funny enough to be a good comedy.