Film

Killing Season

Name: Killing Season
Genre: Action, Thriller
Released: 2013
Cast: Robert De Niro, John Travolta, Milo Ventimiglia, Liz Olin, Diana Lyubenova

Action
Very dark

Two estranged Bosnian War veterans—one American, one Serbian—collide in the Smoky Mountains for a revenge thriller that swaps geopolitics for personal reckoning. De Niro and Travolta circle each other with grizzled intensity across 91 minutes of cat-and-mouse tension. It's a lean, propulsive genre piece for viewers who want conflict without complications.

TMDb rating

2.8

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy lean, old-fashioned cat-and-mouse survival stories where two hardened men circle each other with little dialogue and a lot of woodcraft.

Skip it if you want a fast, polished blockbuster; this is a modest, rough-edged chamber piece where the violence is brutal and the plot leans on implausible stamina.

What it asks of you: Expect a lean hour and a half, mostly quiet stretches of wilderness broken by sudden, sharp bursts of violence, with little time spent on backstory.

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