



Some films are ugly with a point. This one just feels ugly, then pats itself on the back for being “tough”. I kept looking for a perspective beyond the cruelty — something that would turn the grime into meaning. It never arrives.
Thriller: A Cruel Picture wants to be exploitation-as-outrage, but it plays like exploitation-as-default. Making the protagonist mute doesn’t add depth; it mainly removes agency, so scenes land as endurance tests rather than drama. And the runtime doesn’t help: the film repeats its humiliations until the revenge plot feels less like escalation and more like a clock you’re waiting to run down.
The finale aims for catharsis, and I can see why some viewers cheer it. I didn’t. I felt relief — the cleanest compliment I can offer is that it ended.