It has a certain retro throwback pleasure for anyone still longing for the days of VHS...squishy gore effects, a nostalgic charm...

The lesson here is don't mess with the inner rage of a teenage girl. But Becky's crazed kills get more and more gimmicky, and there's nothing in the script to indicate what has turned her into a pint-sized death-dealer.

This is a film of gimmicks, most of them rather tired.

‘…like an R-rated Home Alone movie, Becky is a physical, practically-minded film…’