The Thinning: New World Order (2018)

The Thinning: New World Order takes its pulpy, near-future premise and presses it into something nastier and more urgent: a dystopian thriller where “policy” becomes profit and survival depends on nerve, not luck. Michael J. Gallagher keeps the pace tight and the mood grimy, bouncing between claustrophobic prison-camp tension and slick political-media maneuvering, so the story feels like a chase that’s happening in hallways, boardrooms, and back channels all at once. Logan Paul’s Blake is driven by raw, cornered determination, while Peyton List brings a sharp, undercover edge that gives the film its forward momentum and a welcome sense of purpose. It’s not for the squeamish—there’s real brutality and some harsh language—but if you like your action-thrillers mean, timely, and fueled by righteous anger, this one goes down fast and leaves a sting.

The Thinning: New World Order is clearly aiming for a blunt, YA-flavored dystopian thriller about state violence, corporate greed, and teens fighting back from inside a brutal system. The problem is the execution: the dialogue is clunky, the characters feel thinly sketched, and the story leans hard on nonstop suffering and violence without earning the emotional weight, which makes the conspiracy angle feel more like noise than tension. Logan Paul is asked to carry a lot of grim material and, for many viewers, doesn’t have the range to make it land, so scenes that should feel urgent can come off flat or unintentionally cheesy. If you’re here for slick world-building or sharp political satire, this will likely frustrate you, but if you can tolerate rough acting and a cheap, mean-spirited vibe for a few punchy action beats and a simple “fight the system” hook, you might get some guilty-watch value out of it.