Green Room

The most in-your-face thriller in years, Jeremy Saulnier’s follow-up to 2013’s widely praised Blue Ruin is another practice in extraordinary, nail-gnawing anticipation, this time about a simply scratching by punk band (contained the late Anton Yelchin, Alia Shawkat, Joe Cole, and Callum Turner) that impulsively chooses to acknowledge a gig at a country neo-Nazi music club. When they happen to witness the result of a murder, they get to be prisoners of the inhabitant skinheads and their pioneer (a frightening Patrick Stewart), prompting to a drawn out confrontation which Saulnier organizes as a progression of calm, terrified minutes and blasts of merciless viciousness—a narrating mood tuned in to the sludgy punk and metal thundering through the scene’s speakers. A tireless strike on one’s nerves that wallops viewers with a similar full scale violence displayed by the racists hammer moving around the scene’s smudged, lager splashed floors, Green Room (which we named “mosh-pit silver screen”) leaves an enduring imprint.