113 min | R | January 30, 2026 | 20th Century Studios
Raimi’s survival horror has committed performances and inventive gore, but the plotting is a mess. Rachel McAdams and Dylan O’Brien carry the film despite narrative confusion.
Sam Raimi made a survival horror film that knows exactly what it wants to be: visceral, tense, and committed to discomfort. McAdams and O’Brien anchor the film with focused, specific work. They give the characters dimension when the script gives them confusion. McAdams especially commits to the ambiguity. You’re never quite sure if she’s a desperate survivor or actively sabotaging their escape. That uncertainty could have been the film’s core. Instead the script muddles it.
The movie’s real problem is the plot. It starts as a survival story after a plane crash, then veers into territory the script doesn’t know how to handle. There are moments where you’re not sure if the film is serious or satirical, and not in the intentional way. The gore turns into gross-out spectacle that drowns out the psychological tension. It confuses shock value with character development. The story doesn’t justify its own complexity.
What works is the commitment from McAdams and O’Brien. What doesn’t work is almost everything else. The film has the shape of an interesting idea but none of the structure to support it.