Review: Onslaught

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 Adam Wingard has spent the past five years making Kaiju movies - two entries in the never-ending Godzilla saga - so it's nice to see him returning to the low-budget type of B-movies on which he cut this teeth. It's just a shame that his new film, "Onslaught" comes up a little short.

The picture shares some DNA with "The Guest," a far superior thriller about a super soldier who terrorizes a small town, in its story about men turned into killing machines. It feels like a mixture of "The Terminator," "Halloween," and various other low-budget, violent sci-fi thrillers from the 1980s.

The setup is simple - almost too simple: A weirdo German scientist (Dan Stevens) who appears to be into BDSM with his wife (Rebecca Hall) is developing three super soldiers at a base in the middle of the desert. The place is top secret, so when the three soldiers go berserk and kill everyone at the base, it is in the government's best interest to cover it up.

Rather than try to put down the soldiers, Hall's character tells the government spook assigned to the case, a foppish character named Cyrus (Drew Starkey), who is introduced for no apparent reason at a BDSM-themed strip club (this film goes all in, albeit briefly, on the kink), that it would be interesting to see what happens when the soldiers are released on a civilian population.

That population is a small trailer park community down the road, where a former soldier named Celeste (Adria Arjona), who has a lot of flashbacks and a small daughter (Blake Kennedy) in tow for the weekend after her ex shows up unexpectedly, fights through the night to survive. She is joined by another older veteran (Reginald VelJohnson) and a seemingly useless cop (Eric Wareheim) to fight off the marauders.

The film is short and since it takes a while for the two worlds to collide - the super soldiers and the trailer park - it feels somewhat inconsequential when they finally do and the situation is resolved pretty quickly. Arjona is good enough as Celeste, but she and all of the other characters in the movie are merely sketches. There's an incident from her past that is divulged to her daughter that then resurfaces in the present in a not particularly believable way. This flashback involves what has to be the lowest-stakes fist fight I've ever seen.

The picture combines over-the-top violence and outright weirdness - the German scientist and the Cyrus character - that make the film colorful enough, but feel like whiplash in terms of tone. Some of Wingard's previous genre exercises - especially "The Guest" - were tense and engaging, but this one feels like a paint-by-numbers genre exercise that utilizes the styles, concepts, and vibes of better movies. Wingard is a talented director of genre movies, but this one felt a little flat.