If the movie had more to offer than frivolous musings about the fame machine and its sickly products, it might successfully catch us in its trap. But unlike the show it’s scrutinizing, “Primetime” lets its prey walk free.

[Pattinson] is a metaphorical Icarus, and he’s flying so close to the sun that the only mystery is when he’s going to get burned, not if.

When the Predator crew teams up with a heavily militarized police force in a small Texas town, the sense of Primetime as a greater commentary on America’s cultural preoccupation with dominance comes into sharp relief.

A very captivating thriller exploring the dangers of turning justice into entertainment. The movie makes your skin crawl while keeping you on the edge of your seat.