DIE HARD if John McClane didn’t get out of the bathroom for the first 3/4ths of the movie. 

And to be clear, this isn’t a DIE HARD type movie. This is just literally every plot point of DIE HARD in sequential order, but worse. It’s like a perverse writing exercise: How can the hero make friends with a cop on the ground, but it’s not fun? How can the bad guys be prepared for the incoming SWAT team but without…

Spends most of its runtime being successfully gnarly in a way that I found hugely upsetting, but both the premise and the climax feel weirdly slapdash.

It manages to pull out of an early “here is a transparently evil mother and a transparently evil kid, there is no ambiguity or suspense” tailspin, builds a thematic undercurrent of gaslighting and abuse that spirals into various outpourings of horrific distress and injury for a while, ramping up to a final showdown where…