I had the feeling to watch a film directed by a Ben Wheatley under amphetamines, poor poor man's Ben Wheatley. But maybe I am unfair with him, his features were far better than this juicy piece of sh...where the audience can't follow anything in this mess, this incomprehensible story, except it is about a drug destined for men to become invincible. You don't know who is who or who is with...You can only try to body count...That's all you can do to get pleasure in this seen to be believed movie. You can see it with your friends, one night, after two bottles of beer or Tequila...But don't abuse alcohol, please. Just for fun. But don't watch it at first degree, only third or fourth degree, that will be enough. I prefer not talking of the actors...If we can define them as actors. The best definition of gratuitous and sadistic violence, far far more offensive than the brutal Italian crime films from the seventies.
Review of Reckoning Day
