Inheritance (2020)

Inheritance is the kind of glossy, slow-tightening thriller that turns privilege into a pressure cooker, where every polished hallway and manicured estate feels like it’s hiding a draft from somewhere underground. Vaughn Stein leans into an atmosphere of dread and temptation, and the film’s real hook is watching Lily Collins play a principled prosecutor forced to navigate a moral maze that keeps narrowing, while Simon Pegg brings an unsettling, against-type edge that’s hard to shake. The movie savors its sumptuous settings and sharp little details, letting tension build through confrontations that feel personal rather than merely plotty. It isn’t for viewers who avoid stories involving sexual assault themes, but if you like mysteries that trade jump scares for creeping intensity and messy family power, this one knows exactly how to keep you watching.

Inheritance is aiming for a classy, sealed-room family thriller where one buried secret detonates an entire legacy, and the setup is genuinely juicy. The problem is it spends a lot of time explaining itself instead of letting tension build, and the twists start to feel like plot mechanics rather than earned revelations, which makes the payoff land softer than it should. The dialogue and relationships can come off a bit pre-packaged, so if you’re craving sharp character work or airtight logic, you may find yourself poking holes instead of leaning in. That said, Lily Collins commits, Simon Pegg is intriguingly against type, and if you’re in the mood for a sleek, twisty watch that doesn’t demand too much scrutiny, it can still scratch the late-night thriller itch.