Downrange

Downrange sees the director of Versus and Midnight Meat Train saddled with an inexperienced cast, a tin ear for dialogue, and a thin premise.

A bloody one-note horror film.

It's a tale of survival that asks you to empathize with the characters not necessarily because they do or do not deserve it, but because they're there.

Downrange is trash, but in an almost elemental vein ...

There's a firestorm of bullets and flesh that make it one of the bloodiest films in recent memory. What was remarkable, however, was how engaging it all is.

Downrange is nihilistic as all hell and at times feels like a spiritual pairing with Kitamura's No One Lives, but it works in the confines of its one note tale for fans of fleshy carnage.

Cult favorite Ryûhei Kitamura's nihilistic single location nightmare makes a monster out of a bloodthirsty sniper.

Downrange certainly delivers and holds the attention, especially when the film moves into the second half towards a climactic and satisfying pay-off.

...the film simply suffers from poor pacing, bad editing, and a ridiculous ending that is so implausible that it's actually laughable.

DOWNRANGE is dumb and mean, but it's also fun and fearless.

Kitamura effectively peppers the proceedings with compelling jolts...

It does what it does reasonably well with a sense of exploitative glee, but it's also immediately forgettable.