Film

The Killer

Name: The Killer
Genre: Crime, Thriller
Released: 2023
Cast: Michael Fassbender, Tilda Swinton, Charles Parnell, Arliss Howard, Kerry O'Malley

Fincher's coldest film: a nameless assassin narrates his own philosophy of professionalism while a routine job goes sideways and forces him to clean up the mess. It's less a thriller than a character study of competence and self-delusion, shot with surgical precision. For people who like their violence quiet, their protagonists unknowable, and their voiceovers doing all the psychological work.

TMDb rating

6.6

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