This film starts out with a great sense of humor. Nat Wolff delivers an excellent start and Ryuk the death monster has a great touch of camp. Unfortunately the film begins to take itself seriously and then takes a serious dive when Lakeith Stanfield enters the picture. Everything he does is surface intensity: bulging eyes, hands jamming into bowls of candy sending mess everywhere, staccato vocal delivery -- because that's what intensity sounds like.
It's a shame this went off the rails.
It's a shame this went off the rails.