No One Lives Review

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Roadtripping couple (Evans and Clemens) are kidnapped by a gang of carjacking rednecks. Unfortunately, he's badder than they are...


Imagine Hannibal Lecter after an SAS survival course and you’ve got Luke Evans’ charismatic antihero, a novelty-death-dealing Swiss army knife with a ludicrous ad-lib arsenal. Ryûhei Kitamura’s second US film is a gore-splashed house-invasion horror played with unrepentant, corny gusto. In one corner: Evans’ serial killer. In the other: a psychotic gang. In the middle: Adelaide Clemens’ crafty hostage. The battle is blunt: what sharpens it are spiky twists and Kitamura’s sheer cheek: he riffs on everything from The Hitcher to Apocalypse Now. Cultdom beckons. Sequel welcome. Bring an apron.

Loopy, film-literate and full-bore, it's a sadistic thriller in modern-day garb.