Not quite softcore exploitation horror but not quite a rallying feminist cry either, Sam Levinson’s femme-fatale-led piece fails to pull out all the stops as promised – mostly because it doesn’t seem to know where the stops are in the first place.

True to its tagline, John Ajvide Lindqvist’s new screenplay is indeed “a love story unlike any other” in certain senses – but on the other side of the coin, it is a wholly predictable and often misguided whodunit thriller just like every other.

Too many cooks spoil the broth, and so do too many clichés – May The Devil Take You is brilliant on occasion, but mostly plays out as an inane, muddled collection of multicultural jumpscare ideas connected by a thinly-drawn plot.