Throughout, Jane Schoenbrun reveals themself to be adroitly plugged into both the current technological and sociological landscape.
The film is a disastrous amalgamation of modern-day tech-savvy thrills and Clancy’s conservative expressions of patriotism.
The film lacks for the methodically escalating stakes that makes the best examples of the genre so entertaining.
Every story beat is unimaginatively cribbed from better films and every tepid exchange of dialogue is unconvincingly performed.
Censor unfortunately pulls back from its social interrogation just when it’s working up a head of steam.
The film allows the scion of one of Hollywood’s most notable families to interrogate her relationship with celebrity in self-aware fashion.
Survival Skills feels like something you’d stumble upon on Adult Swim circa 2014.
Once you get past the faux-provocation of the film’s title, it’s difficult to tell what ideologies the filmmakers are trying to skewer.