I love this review, but this in particular has struck me as really apt:

Like his acting, Colfer’s script is at its most adept when it’s listening and forcing you to live with the spaces in things; sometimes stuff is so terrible, there’s really nothing to say.

My friends and I walked out of the theater and ended up discussing the fact that there were some really terrible things in the movie, and in the wake of quite a few of them, the audience laughed. Often because the terrible stuff was presented in the form of a joke—gallows humor and bitter sarcasm were employed liberally throughout. But the entirety of this movie, the funny parts and the deadly serious parts and the parts that are intentionally a bit of both, are all folded up into the experience of the story as a whole, to the point where not only are you shocked in real time at what is being presented to you, but you’re also shocked in the postmortem by your own reaction to that presentation. Even with the film’s endless verbosity and one-liners, the laughter subsides. The rest is silence. It’s a profoundly layered and lingering disquiet that I’m definitely more than a little bit in love with.