Gore Verbinski has always been a peculiar director. I've been a fan of his ever since he did remarkable work adapting the Japanese film Ringu into The Ring (a series that has not fared well in his absence), but choices in Pirates of the Caribbean and The Lone Ranger left much to be desired. His films tend to drown in excess. He's seen it fit to include more than necessary into his later works, and unfortunately, that's the case with A Cure for Wellness.
A Cure for Wellness is visually captivating, yet pale. It's grim and morose, yet blindly optimistic. It's at times creepy, yet utterly goofy. It's a cure, yet afflicted with disease.