Reed Morano's second feature is an admirably bold but aggravatingly banal story; I Think We're Alone Now leaves us with the unmistakable impression that the end of the world is even more of a bummer than it sounds
lifeless end-of-the-world tale; it's hard to figure what induced director Reed Morano, who did such a fine job directing The Handmaid's Tale last season, to take on such a script, one so devoid of surprise, intriguing notions and compelling scenes
Fanning and Dinklage deliver on the wry humor and subtle tenderness..both compelling and frustrating in equal measures; Favoring dreamy over dreary, the movie is a handsome and often mesmerizing addition to Morano's expanding oeuvre
