.45 (2006)

.45 is the kind of gritty New York crime drama that feels like it’s happening in the next apartment over—raw, intimate, and uncomfortably alive. Milla Jovovich gives Kat a razor-edged mix of style, intelligence, and bruised survival instinct, while Angus Macfadyen’s Big Al is a volatile storm cloud of menace that keeps the tension humming in every scene. Director Gary Lennon shoots the streets and interiors with a lived-in, sweat-and-neon realism, letting the thriller elements build not from flashy twists but from the terrifying psychology of control, dependency, and the cost of escape. It’s a tough watch—explicit, violent, and emotionally bruising—but if you can handle its intensity, it delivers a hard-earned, streetwise punch that lingers.

.45 is clearly trying to be a gritty, street-level thriller about abuse, power, and the ugly loops that keep people trapped, with Milla Jovovich aiming for a hard-edged, emotionally bruised lead. The problem is it often mistakes shock and volume for tension, piling on over-the-top behavior and lurid beats in a way that can feel inconsistent and, at times, more exhausting than illuminating. If you’re looking for a grounded, sensitive portrayal of domestic violence or a tight crime thriller with believable escalation, this may test your patience and leave you feeling grimy rather than moved. That said, it has a raw, nasty New York atmosphere and a few committed performances, so if you can tolerate extreme language, sexual content, and harsh violence in service of something messy and mean, you might still find it watchable.