The film can't decide what it wants to be other than a Tom Cruise vehicle.

This incarnation of the wrapped figure is a dusty combination of Fatal Attraction and Mission: Impossible, making for one of the year's worst films.

It feels less like a movie than a series of compromises worked out by a corporate committee.

The failure of the Dark Universe begins and ends with a Tom Cruise vanity project. He's not the worst part, though; that honor belongs to Jake Johnson's American Werewolf in London impersonation.