Only occasionally does an image strike a lyrical blow and yield the creepy effect that Clooney is aiming for ...
Clooney is too talented a filmmaker not to get in his licks. But this alternately comic and deadly earnest satire of the dark underbelly of 1950s suburbia -the Coen brothers had a hand in the script-is a movie that feels tonally at war with itself.
Suburbicon goes immediately to the front of the line of contenders for the most disappointing film of 2017.
Really, all in all, Clooney's made a good movie. But he could have made a great one -- if he'd been willing to settle for one movie.
Suburbicon never jells. Good intentions are not enough.
"Suburbicon" wants to say something about us, today, but it can't get the words right. It can't even get the language right. It's as marble-mouthed as its title.
The narrative automobile lurches from fifth gear to first, then swerves into a white picket fence and bursts into flames.
Suburbicon is not only unfunny, a bad sign for a black comedy, but deep-dyed dislikable.
I'm inclined to give Suburbicon a mild thumbs up.