Metacritic reviews

The picture is directed with such a loose, slack hand that you'd think Craven had never directed a slasher-thriller before: I didn't jump once; I never even felt vaguely scared or creeped out.

A thoroughly dreary, by-the-numbers exercise.

Dull, talk-heavy snoozer that most closely resembles something that would show up on the CW network.

Turns out to be a huge disappointment.

As for the 3-D, much ballyhooed in the film's advertisements, it's another muddy conversion that does little but make the film's unconvincing blood effects look a little darker. It's good, theoretically at least, to have Craven back. But why come back for this?

All might be good for a flask-to-the-theater laugh, if not for the unconscionable price gouging.

This waking nightmare from the "Nightmare on Elm Street" creator is a puzzle with no solutions, a tale with a twist that isn't a twist at all.

I watched at least a quarter of My Soul to Take, the worst horror movie Wes Craven's made perhaps ever, with the glasses off. It was shot - and is available - in a standard format, and, like many conversions, the 3-D gimmick is like watching a movie through an ashtray.

This dumb, derivative teen slasher movie would be uninspiring coming from any writer-director, let alone one with several genre classics under his belt.

Wes Craven's first new movie in five years is a brainless, joyless, and yes, you might even say, soulless teen slasher.