Olsen is phenomenally compelling to watch, and she's given fair support by the stolid Wong and spunky McAdams. Cumberbatch too is always watchable, but is really just collecting his pay check at this point. Ejiofor is tolerable, and despite some cringe level token diversity casting among the minor characters, the (White European) Gomez isn't awful, although her performance is completely bland and forgettable.

I focus on the actors because it's all downhill from there.

The writing is simply dreadful. There's no narrative arc, just two hours of chase and snuff told in a series of essentially unrelated "and then, and then, and then" scenes. Characterisation is minimal, and the dialogue is almost pure exposition with no memorable lines.

Visual effects are fair except for a bizarrely modelled octopus creature which is inexplicably Harryhausen in appearance. If they had a point to make with it, it wasn't explained. Costumes and makeup are decent, although the Raimi deadite motifs are mere pastiches.

The score is appalling, being a near constant barrage of overblown blaring which drowns out the dialog and any possibility of emotional investment. That's fine, because the denouement is an absolutely inevitable "Oh, oops my bad" / redeemed / squished.

Pacing is a real problem, managing to feel dragging, padded and rushed all at once. It's either half an hour to long, or half an hour too short.

The whole thing is a dreadful waste of the on-set talent, on both sides of the camera. It was doomed by the writing before it began, and the post production made it worse, not better.

Sadly, but not unexpectedly, this is everything we've come to expect from the Mouse wearing the hollowed out-shell of Marvel as a skin-suit.