Directed by Jeremy Saulnier (2015)
by Sandy DeVito

Editor's note: The MJ crew is still broken up about the loss of Anton Yelchin. This review was written before his passing, and therefore does not reflect upon his death. We here at MJ are revisiting his stellar filmic work and hope you do the same. 

This review contains spoilers

Around the halfway point in this film (right around the bit concerning Anton Yelchin's arm, to be more precise) I had to make a conscious effort to remind myself it was only a movie. The greatest triumph of Jeremy Saulnier's positively gnarly third film is its intense realism. A struggling punk band gets a badly-needed gig playing at a venue in the middle of nowhere. The business (a front for a drug operation) is owned by Neo-Nazis and frequented by skinheads, however, and when the members accidentally stumble upon a scene they were not supposed to see, what was originally an attempt to earn some gas money turns into a terrifying fight for survival.