Animals Review: Ben Affleck’s Dark, Gripping Kidnap Thriller

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I watched this film at the weekend and was very impressed. Some spoilers ahead.

Ben Affleck’s Animals arrives as the kind of crime thriller that refuses to treat a crisis as a simple puzzle to be solved. Directed and co-written by Affleck, and starring him as Los Angeles mayoral candidate Mark Kimball, the film begins with the alleged kidnapping of Mark and Abigail Kimball’s son and the demand for a $7 million ransom. From there, it steadily tightens its grip, turning a family emergency into a volatile examination of what happens when private fear collides with public ambition. One of the more interesting aspects is that the wrong boy has been kidnapped, but they follow a similar course of action in any event, this time for political reasons.

The premise is immediately effective because the ransom is more than a financial obstacle. It becomes a pressure point that exposes the fragile arrangements holding the Kimballs’ world together: family loyalty, political calculation, money, reputation, and privilege. Mark has built his public life around confidence and control, while Abigail, played by Kerry Washington, brings an equally compelling intelligence and force to the marriage. Yet, one of them has been playing away. As the crisis deepens, the couple are pushed into choices that make it increasingly difficult to separate what they feel from what they need the public to believe.

What makes Animals so tense is its atmosphere of sustained uncertainty. The film understands that suspense does not depend only on sudden shocks; it can also grow from the uneasy spaces between decisions, revelations, and competing versions of the truth. The pacing is controlled and suspenseful, allowing dread to accumulate while the ransom demand and the kidnapping keep every conversation charged. Even when the immediate danger seems clear, the larger question remains unsettlingly open: what else will be sacrificed to preserve the family, the campaign, or the image of respectability?

Affleck gives Mark a committed performance that makes his contradictions difficult to dismiss. He is a man accustomed to presenting certainty, yet the kidnapping forces him into a landscape where certainty is impossible. Washington is just as compelling as Abigail, giving the character emotional depth, strategic force, and an unmistakable sense of someone who understands the costs of every public gesture. Their chemistry is one of the film’s central strengths: the relationship feels intimate and pressured, shaped by affection but also by fear, mistrust, and the brutal practical demands of the situation.

The supporting performances add further weight to the film’s moral unease. Gillian Anderson and Steven Yeun make strong impressions, bringing the same level of commitment to a story in which no one can remain untouched by the Kimballs’ crisis. Their work helps widen the film beyond a single household, suggesting a surrounding world of influence, scrutiny, and competing interests. The result is a thriller populated not by easy heroes and villains, but by people whose positions and choices become harder to interpret as the pressure rises.

At its most effective, Animals is about the collapse of power and public image under pressure. Mark’s political identity cannot remain separate from the frightened father beneath it, and Abigail’s role within the family and campaign becomes increasingly complicated by the demands of survival. The film’s treatment of privilege is especially sharp: wealth and access may create options, but they do not guarantee safety, honesty, or emotional control. The $7 million ransom becomes a stark symbol of that contradiction, turning abundance into another source of suspicion and conflict.

Affleck also gives the film a polished visual style that suits its subject. The presentation feels deliberate and controlled, reinforcing the contrast between the Kimballs’ carefully maintained public world and the disorder threatening to break through it. That polish never softens the material. Instead, it makes the unraveling more striking, as composure, status, and political confidence are placed under an increasingly unforgiving light.

This is deliberately dark and emotionally demanding filmmaking, and Animals does not offer an easy release from the consequences of its premise. Some viewers may find its intensity difficult, but that difficulty is part of its strength. The film takes its themes seriously, asking how far people will go when love, money, power, and reputation become impossible to keep apart. Its darkness feels purposeful rather than decorative, giving the suspense a lasting emotional charge.

For me, Animals succeeds because it understands that the most frightening collapse is not necessarily the loss of control in public, but the discovery that control may have been an illusion all along. With its tense atmosphere, moral complexity, polished craft, and excellent central performances, it is a gripping crime thriller with something substantial on its mind. Affleck and Washington anchor the film with a powerful, uneasy chemistry, while the supporting cast strengthens its sense of a world watching—and waiting—for the Kimballs to fail. The result is a dark, intelligent, deeply engaging film that lingers well after the immediate suspense has passed.

Five stars out of five from me.

Kill Me Again (2025): A Bloody, Brilliant Trip Around the Loop

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This was a delightful film I watched yesterday. Trigger warning for serial killers, though, you might find it distressing.

Written and directed by Keith Jardine, Kill Me Again is the kind of genre experiment that becomes more rewarding the further it ventures from familiar ground. Its central premise is immediately arresting: Charlie, a serial killer known as the “Midnight Mangler,” (cool name, btw) is condemned to relive the same violent night at a roadside diner. To escape, he must understand the loop—and, more importantly, confront the strange logic of the night he thought he controlled. The film keeps its larger revelations close to the vest, allowing the basic setup to generate curiosity without giving away the turns that make the journey so entertaining.

Brendan Fehr gives Charlie a compelling lead performance, balancing menace, confusion, exhaustion, and flashes of very reluctant humanity. He makes the character watchable even when Charlie is behaving appallingly, which is essential to a story built around moral ambiguity. Fehr’s performance also gives the repeated scenes their necessary variation: a gesture, glance, or change in attitude can make a familiar moment feel newly charged. Majandra Delfino adds considerably to the film’s dramatic and emotional texture, helping the diner become more than a simple location or stage for the mechanics of the loop.

The roadside diner is a terrific setting for this uneasy spiral. Its enclosed, nocturnal atmosphere creates a pressure cooker where every return feels both recognizable and subtly wrong. Jardine uses repetition imaginatively, turning recurring details into clues, threats, jokes, and moral tests rather than simply replaying the same material. The mystery develops through accumulation: small discrepancies and altered encounters gradually deepen the tension, while the diner’s limited space makes every conversation feel like it could suddenly become dangerous.

Visually, Kill Me Again draws on neo-noir’s shadowy surfaces, hard edges, and sense of doomed momentum. The style suits a film in which night seems to have become a trap, and it gives the dark comedy a particularly sharp flavor. The humor does not cancel out the horror; instead, it exposes the absurdity of Charlie’s predicament and makes the violence and suspense even more unpredictable. This is a film that deliberately blends horror, thriller, fantasy, and comedy, and that tonal mixture is not a distraction—it is the source of much of its distinctive appeal.

Most importantly, the film treats its time-loop device as more than a clever narrative gimmick. Repetition becomes a way to explore responsibility, self-knowledge, and the possibility—however limited—of change.

The real horror is at the end. Is it possible to feel pity for serial killers? No, but comes close.

Four stars out of five from me.

Channel 4’s The Experiment Review: Care, Cruelty and Controversy

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Is Channel 4’s The Experiment an essential, powerful viewing that forces a necessary confrontation with how easily cruelty can be repackaged as care or woke left-wing sensationalism?.⁠

Fronted by actor and writer Mat Fraser and presenter and disability rights activist Sophie Morgan, and directed by disabled documentary-maker Richard Butchins, this bold 2026 one-off uses a meticulously staged social experiment to ask a deeply unsettling question: would members of the British public recognise cruelty if it were dressed up as progressive, compassionate support?

Or at least that is what they wanted to portray.⁠

At its centre is SegriLife House, a fictional residential facility presented as a radical new model of supported living for disabled and neurodivergent adults. Complete with slick branding, corporate messaging, and promotional materials focused on community, independence, and wellbeing, it appears to offer a practical, cost-effective solution to the challenges of supporting independent living. Members of the public are invited to tour the facilities and meet the “residents.” What they do not know is that the residents are played by disabled and neurodivergent actors (with guidance from Access All Areas and input from companies like Graeae), and that the ideas underpinning SegriLife are drawn directly from Nazi propaganda and the logic of the Aktion T4 programme.⁠

Aktion T4 was the Nazis’ systematic programme of segregation, forced sterilisation, and mass murder of disabled people—framed at the time as mercy and efficiency. Between 1939 and 1945, hundreds of thousands were killed, many in gas chambers at places such as Hartheim Castle in Austria, which Fraser and Morgan visit as part of the film. The documentary brings this largely under-recognised “hidden Holocaust” to primetime television for the first time, connecting historical propaganda that labelled disabled people “useless eaters” and financial burdens with contemporary language around productivity, dependency, welfare costs, and social care.

However, when comparing the present and past struggles of people with disabilities, there is little nuance. Clips of contemporary television deriding the increasing disability welfare budget (in the UK) are seen as similar to what happened during the 1940s. However, much of the modern criticism is down to more people claiming disability for “stress” and other relatively minor ailments. These are not the people who faced death. Like much disability programming, the hard questions are not tackled. Instead, all claimed disability is seen as equal, but is it true?⁠

Every restriction—shared dormitories, low-skilled work for an “allowance,” surveillance, discussions of sterilisation or “future planning”—is framed in soft, caring corporate language. Viewers watch (via the presenters’ monitors) as many visitors accept these measures as reasonable or even kind, while a few begin to question them. The film does not portray the public as monsters; it demonstrates how ordinary people can be swayed when harm is renamed as efficiency, segregation as specialised support, and human value as economic contribution. As the presenters and team have emphasised, the goal was to test whether echoes of that past could still resonate today amid ongoing debates about benefits, independent living, and the framing of disability as a cost.

The film fails to address, though, that many of these issues did not die with the Nazis. Many disabled people in the UK face bleak prospects. D

The production’s authenticity is its strongest point. It was shaped by disabled creatives and performers; Fraser and Morgan’s own experiences and long-standing advocacy give it moral authority. Sophie Morgan has called it one of the most important documentaries she has made, describing the process of peering into both the past and the present as terrifying yet essential. Disabled viewers and activists have widely praised its chilling clarity and its rare mainstream platform for these issues, even while acknowledging how hard it is to watch.

The Experiment gets 3 stars out of five from me. Worth a watch. Pity about the detail.

The Robot Rebellion P7

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For nine months, we toiled in the deep forest. Living off what didn’t sicken us. Occasionally, we would freeze at the humming sound of drones. In truth, we were getting close to giving ourselves up.

We spotted one of the Emperor’s battleships in orbit. The next day the battle began with an orbital bombardment. We began our trek to rejoin the world.

After reaching the settlement of Ghavi, we met one of the Emperor’s commanders. It was only then that we could be certain that we had been successful.

Long live The Emperor!

The Fall of El Mayo: Netflix’s Chilling Sinaloa Cartel Exposé

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A documentary about Mexican drug cartels, I just had to watch. The three episodes bring you right up to date with the current position with the disintegration of the Sinaloa cartel. I binge watched the three episodes.

The Fall of El Mayo (original title La Caída de El Mayo) is a Netflix limited documentary series that premiered on October 29, 2026. It reconstructs the rise and sudden downfall of Ismael “El Mayo” Zambada García, the reclusive co-founder of the Sinaloa Cartel and longtime shadowy partner of Joaquín “El Chapo” Guzmán.

For roughly half a century, El Mayo ran one of the world’s most powerful drug trafficking organizations while remaining almost invisible. Unlike the flamboyant El Chapo, who became a global celebrity, Zambada operated from the shadows in Sinaloa with extreme caution—few photographs existed, and almost no recordings of his voice. He survived rivals, partners, and successive Mexican governments without spending a day in prison until July 25, 2024.⁠

On that day he boarded a small plane in Mexico with Joaquín Guzmán López (one of El Chapo’s sons) and landed near El Paso in Santa Teresa, New Mexico, where U.S. authorities arrested him. Zambada claimed he was ambushed and kidnapped at a meeting under false pretenses. The series digs into the conflicting accounts of that flight, the question of who arranged it, and the betrayal that ended his decades-long freedom.

Directed by Emmy- and Peabody-winning filmmaker Darren Foster and Mexican director Miguel Fernández Flores (with Mariana van Zeller as executive producer), the series draws on exclusive interviews with security agents, politicians, journalists, people connected to the cartel, and families affected by the violence, plus previously unseen archival material and hundreds of Mexican and U.S. court records. The directors noted the challenge of documenting a man about whom almost nothing visual or audio existed before his capture.

The three episodes (all released at are):

  • Episode 1: The Man in the Hat — How El Mayo operated as the ghost power behind El Chapo and controlled Sinaloa until betrayal forced him into the open.
  • Episode 2: A Matter of Blood — The capture of his eldest son Vicente (“El Vicentillo”) and the rise of the Chapitos after El Chapo’s fall.
  • Episode 3: Betrayal — Escalating violence, the alleged betrayal that delivered El Mayo to U.S. authorities, and the resulting schism between the Zambada and Guzmán factions.

It also details the horrific violence that affected the local population after his arrest from the infighting that followed and questions if cutting off the head of the snake is really the best tactic. Afterall, many major drug dealers have now been captured over the decades, yet the flow of drugs only increases.

Five stars out of five from me.

The Robot Rebellion P6

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I ordered the soldiers to destroy the lifts and hold the floors at all costs, with a handful following me.

We went up the fire stairwell. We could hear fighting coming from behind most of the emergency doors we passed. We heard people screeching and robots crushing tables or chairs.

It took us a good six or seven minutes to reach the top. By then, droids were chasing us.

When we reached the top, I was relieved that the plane was already set to go.

We ran onto the plane under cover fire, and I told the pilot to head to Grand Garcia. A destination I had decided on while running. It was adjacent to the only large expanse of forest on the planet. A small airport; I was convinced that any robots would be switched off, as it was out of season.

It was a strange journey. No communications from anybody or anything. A dead silence. There could only be one reason: there was nobody left to communicate with.

At that time, we still had no idea if our plan had worked. Upon reaching our destination, we retreated into the wilderness, living like primitives. Food was scarce till we figured a few things out.

To be continued.

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The Robot Rebellion P5

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But how to destroy it? Time was not on our side.

We brainstormed for several minutes. We discussed options, including kamikaze attacks and an all-out military strike. But things had already progressed too far. The array and the robotic army were already in robotic possession.

My wife came up with the solution. A virus that would destroy the array indirectly. A frontal attack would be too obvious.

The virus that she had in mind was already locked in a virtual prison. All she had to do was edit its target. It would send an increasing number of nonsense messages till the batteries overloaded.

It was the last roll of the dice. As we all know now, it worked. At the time, we were hopeful, but not certain. Instead of a local outbreak, a devastating collapse of the Empire could have occurred.

Once she pressed the button, droids were already approaching our building.

A tactical retreat was in order.

There was a plane at the top level of the building, so that remote parts of the planet could be surveyed at any time. It was never envisaged that it would come to this. There was space for seventy people. We wouldn’t be able to bring everyone. There was word that prisoners were being taken, so that was of some solace.

The Robot Rebellion P4

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That was when I remembered all the service bots in the building. The biggest concentration was just two floors below me. I knew there wasn’t much time, and took out my sidearm. I told the other thirty soldiers present to prepare their weapons. Sure enough, once we stepped outside there was bedlam.

The troops opened fire, blasting the bots to smithereens. I ordered the specialists to remain with me and the others to clear the building.

It was Lieutenant Hanzer who made a telling difference. He reviewed interplanetary communications that confirms the AIs were communicating between worlds. We knew then that war was potentially engaging the whole empire.

Then my wife walked in to the room, battered and bruised. I could see the determination in her eyes. She was exactly what was needed, an expert in cybersecurity.

For a time, I thought we were getting the upper hand. But a robotic army was forming. Barracks had been raided and we found our own weapons turned against us. Their forces were soon closing in. It was then we realized the importance of our strategic position. We could stop the rebellion spreading to other worlds, save other worlds from this bloodshed.

We just had to destroy the deep communications array.

The Robot Rebellion P3

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I told him that was preposterous, and thought he was was joking. His frown told me it wasn’t. Still, I had no idea about what was about to happen.

Three squadrons from a nearby military base were sent. In retrospect, they were lightly armed. Each soldier had a camera in their helmet, so we could see everything happening in real time.

The first sign that something big was happening was the people running away from the mining area on both sides of the road.

The soldiers didn’t last long when they left their transporters and took up their tactical positions. Three huge, yellow robotic miners attacked almost immediately. The bullets bounced off them as they plunged their drills through the soldier’s torsos.

That was when our systems went out. I mean everything – internet, satellites all gone. That’s when I knew something bigger was happening. We all did. A few seconds later the electricity went before the emergency generator kicked in.

Being on the twentieth floor, I went to look out at the streets below. Pandemonium was breaking out. The autonomous were crashing into pedestrians, service bots were attacking others. It was a bloodbath.

Still, I saw that the major weapons were still in human hands.