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In The Lost Lands, however, feels superficial even by Anderson's standards, leaning a little too heavily into his predilection for pastiche.

Anderson has never lacked in visual flair or stylistic idiosyncrasy, and that's what completely sets In the Lost Lands apart from its antecedents... For the heads in the know, [this] is an absolute delight.

Ultimately, the threadbare quality of Constantin Werner's screenplay cannot be smoothed over with gobs of CGI effects (impressive as some of these sequences look) and the star power of Milla Jovovich and Dave Bautista.

Playfulness and austerity are and have always been the tools of Anderson's trade, and In the Lost Lands puts them on thrilling display.

The sort of world one wishes they could give Ted Cruz a one-way ticket to.

It plays like a bad imitation of better post-apocalyptic movies and video games.

Is this a real movie? I'm not entirely certain, and I certainly can't recommend watching it. But I am amused by the bizarre Anderson-Jovovich oeuvre and hope they keep cranking them out.

Nonsensical, ugly, noisy, and profoundly boring, In the Lost Lands is a wandering, rambling wreck of a movie that is better left lost and forgotten for all involved.

In The Lost Lands never coalesces into a cohesive narrative or visual experience.

While the ending of this boisterous action adventure is a muddle, the magic is compelling, and the movie drops the self-seriousness that sometimes plagues adaptations of Martin's sprawling work.

A monotonous post-apocalyptic fantasy adventure that got lost in the wasteland.

There's not much to explore in this ultra-processed dud, which doesn't connect at all as a fantasy epic, and looks like a CD-ROM game from 1996.

A threadbare film that barely resembles an idea.

Everything in this movie is so hilariously bleak - but that somehow makes us more receptive to the derelict beauty of its universe, where it's always night or dusk, and where everything is ruined but nothing seems impossible.

It's an agonizing slog.

This eyesore of a film is so ugly and confusing to look at it that its fable-like story -- incoherent even by Anderson's standards -- never has even the slightest chance to overcome how difficult it is to see.

Unlike so many of Anderson's efforts, In the Lost Lands isn't adapted from a video game. But it sure as hell feels like one, and not one that would be fun to play.

For sheer unadulterated geekiness, it's got few contemporary equals.

The film provides Paul W.S. Anderson with a sturdy canvas for his unique brand of gaudy, campy cool.

It's easy to scoff at the W.S. Andersonian oeuvre but his films are mercifully devoid of self-importance. He knows this stuff is silly. He just thinks silly is cool. Unfortunately, silly can sometimes be boring.