Kill List

The Wicker Tree, Robin Hardy’s black-comedy “spiritual sequel” to his 1973 film The Wicker Man, was released in scattered theaters the other week, but anyone looking for a serious companion piece to the horror favorite might as well just turn to Kill List. The second film from Down Terrace’s Ben Wheatley, Kill List plays like an unsettling update and remix of Hardy’s original, winding in elements like deliberate pacing, a mask-wearing cult fond of sacrificial offerings, and a hero whose focus on the task for which he’s been hired keeps him from noticing he’s actually playing a very different role in a larger scheme. Instead of folk horror, Wheatley works in a realm that could be described as kitchen-sink scares, alternating segments of increasingly troubling violence with mundane disputes over finances and dinner-party fights spurred on by too much wine. The discordance and darkness grow as the film goes along, bleeding into the domestic scenes until the two meet in a hectic, surreal climax. While the sum of Kill List comes across as less than its parts, it offers some strikingly nightmarish imagery and a feel that’s reminiscent of an earlier, grittier era, yet at times sharply contemporary.