I’m really going to try and hammer this one home. I mean, I’m really going to try and put the hammer down in regards to what this post is all about. You see, there was this little movie called Kill List released in 2011. And that little movie not only ended up as #1 on my list of movies for that year, but it also has a particular scene with a hammer (it all comes full circle now) that made me cover my eyes like a little boy seeing boobs for the first time. The clip is below. You’ve been warned.
Ouch! Sonofabitch! Who’s got some Tylenol? Yes, that is one brutal scene. I’m sure it worked wonders for the sale of that particular hammer though. Did you see how easily it bashed that poor bastard’s head in? It’s almost like it wasn’t a real head! Kill List is great, but don’t take it from me – take it from the hammer that’s about to smack you across the face for not seeing the movie yet. Please hammer, hurt ’em if they don’t go watch Kill List. Ok, I’m done here.
Few movies really stick with me after I’ve watched them. Much like a meal from Taco Bell, I usually digest quickly, and might have a few issues with it later. But then there comes a movie like 2011’s Kill List. For his sophomore film, director Ben Wheatley gives us the absolute perfect example of “genre mashing”. The movie that you think you’re going to get, isn’t what you end up getting at all. Which makes it even harder to write a review for it, because the less you know going in, the better. But therein lies the rub. I guarantee you that you will either love this movie or hate it with a passion. Yeah – it’s THAT movie. Let’s dive in to the shallow end of this mind fuck of a movie, and I’ll try and keep it as spoiler free as possible.
*most uncomfortable game of Footsies ever*
The story begins with Jay (played brilliantly by Neil Maskell), an ex-soldier turned contract killer, physically and mentally scarred after a disastrous job in Kiev. He argues and fights with his wife because the bills need to be paid, leading to her talking him into taking a new “assignment” (just like a woman….am I right fellas?) Continue reading →