Killers Anonymous (2019)

Killers Anonymous has a deliciously pulpy hook: a clandestine support group for would-be and has-been killers, where confession and carnage sit in the same pew, and the movie leans into that wicked irony with a knowingly dark, sometimes almost comic bite. Martin Owen stages the action like a neon-lit fever dream—part London underworld, part locked-room pressure cooker—while a game cast (with Gary Oldman lending gravitas and mischief) sells the idea that everyone in the room has something to hide. If you’re in the mood for a gritty, talky thriller that swings for stylish weirdness as much as it does for shootouts, it’s an entertaining late-night watch with a premise you won’t confuse with anything else. It’s not for viewers who need airtight realism or subtle violence—this one is proudly loud, bloody, and a little unhinged—but if that’s your flavor, it delivers.

Killers Anonymous wants to be a slick, twisty crime thriller with a darkly fun hook: a support group for killers whose secrets collide with a high-profile assassination attempt. The problem is it plays like a grab bag of ideas—CIA intrigue, gangland posturing, mystery-box reveals—stuffed together without the connective tissue to make the tension land, so scenes can feel noisy rather than suspenseful. Even with capable faces like Gary Oldman and Jessica Alba, the characters are more “types” than people, and the plot often relies on contrivances that make it hard to care who survives. If you’re looking for a coherent mystery or a smart, escalating thriller, this will likely frustrate you; if you just want a grim, violent B-movie vibe with occasional stylish moments and familiar genre actors, you might get enough out of it.