With his wife’s disappearance having become the focus of an intense media circus, a man sees the spotlight turned on him when it’s suspected that he may not be innocent.
Nothing you haven’t seen before, but it’s really well done. I didn’t know Rosamund Pike and how good she is until this movie.
A ticking-time-bomb insomniac and a slippery soap salesman channel primal male aggression into a shocking new form of therapy. Their concept catches on, with underground “fight clubs” forming in every town, until an eccentric gets in the way and ignites an out-of-control spiral toward oblivion.
Lives up to its name. It seems like a cool action thriller at first, then it comes to a funny riot idea, and then it turns out to be more…
Trapped in their New York brownstone’s panic room, a hidden chamber built as a sanctuary in the event of break-ins, newly divorced Meg Altman and her young daughter Sarah play a deadly game of cat-and-mouse with three intruders – Burnham, Raoul and Junior – during a brutal home invasion. But the room itself is the focal point because what the intruders really want is inside it.
The action takes place in a house, but the intensity tops many bigger budget thrillers. That’s what happens when a simple-looking script is given to professional hands.