Too much bloat and too many minor characters standing about offering little to a slight narrative other than a handful of shrug-inducing skeletons in drab closets. Yates is a tremendously pedestrian director when the pre-vis isn't telling him what to do.

Despite this there's plenty that I love about the movie including Sudol and Fogler's goofball charm, Waterston and Redmayne's endearing vulnerability, and Depp's spooky, eerily calm Adolf Pottler.

The best thing about the film, however, is a surprising and refreshingly (for this franchise) grim tone culminating in a quite frankly nightmarish final sequence packed with all the combined creeping horror of a Nazi rally and an electrical fire in a basement nightclub.