How to Make a Killing

Glen Powell returns in John Patton Ford’s black comedy 'How to Make a Killing', a film that flashes moments of creativity, particularly in its inventive premise and offbeat kills, but ultimately feels like it’s missing a certain spark.

The biggest spark is, of course, Powell himself. This time playing a regular guy, cut off from his wealthy family and driven to claw his way back to the top by any means necessary. Powell plays it brilliantly - sly, charming, and just convincing enough to make every so-called 'accident' feel almost plausible. His charisma does a lot of the heavy lifting.

Alongside him, Margaret Qualley delivers another strong performance as his manipulative childhood friend, equally self-serving and calculating. Their dynamic promises something deliciously dark and entertaining, and at times, it delivers.

Yet despite the ingredients being there, the film never quite pushes itself into greatness. It remains consistently watchable and often entertaining, but there’s a lingering sense that it could have been more - bolder, sharper, or just a little more daring.

Full thoughts in this review.