Robert De Niro continues getting into films we wish we could erase off his filmography. He is just there being Mr. De Niro. Sigourney Weaver and Cillian Murphy have green complexions most of the time (this is the darkest film I’ve seen in a long time). Mr. Murphy’s piercing blue eyes and the intertextual shadow of 28 Days Later on his carefully sculptured cheekbones somewhat redeem the fake drama and the weak script; the fan-boys and -girls of the actor will delight in his presence. But that’s all I can say in the movie’s favor.
After reading Red Lights reviews mentioning the grand plot twist at the end of the movie, I began a guessing game with myself to figure out what the twist could possibly be. I thought, "Aha, this could be the wackiest stupidest thing ever, negating everything that came before and leaving it up in the air, just for the thrill of the last few minutes." And yes, what I dreaded most is indeed the ending; so I would suggest to anyone who wants to enjoy Red Lights as a mediocre thriller at the very least, to leave five minutes before the titles roll – you will feel much better for it.
Verdict: Waste of time unless you are fan of Cillian Murphy.