All the Devil's Men (2018)

All the Devil’s Men is the kind of gritty, down-and-dirty action thriller that doesn’t pretend war is clean, and that honesty gives its shootouts a bruised, urgent edge. Set against a London backdrop that feels cold and lived-in rather than postcard-pretty, it moves with the snap of a tactical manhunt, where every alley and corridor becomes a pressure cooker. What really sells it is the resourceful staging: the choreography is clear, hard-hitting, and energetic enough to keep you locked in even when the story leans into familiar genre territory. If you want slick spy glamour, this isn’t it—but if you’re on the fence and craving competent, no-nonsense action with a mean streak and momentum to spare, it’s an easy pick for a late-night watch.

All the Devil’s Men is clearly aiming for gritty, boots-on-the-ground mercenary action with a London backdrop and a morally worn-out hero pushed into one last job. The problem is it plays like a checklist of familiar genre beats—double-crosses, shadowy CIA orders, tactical shootouts—without enough narrative clarity or character depth to make you care who wins beyond the next burst of gunfire. If you’re hoping for smart espionage plotting or memorable personalities, this will likely feel routine and oddly forgettable despite the body count. That said, if you just want a no-frills, R-rated firefight movie with some competent performers and a steady stream of action, it can do the job as background-friendly entertainment.