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‘Kidnapping Inc.’ Sundance Review – Frenetic Caper Serves Up Messy Fun
A lengthy pre-title card sequence informs viewers of the political turmoil, poverty and racism that have plagued Haiti for decades, setting the stage for a kidnapping-gone-wrong plot among Haitian citizens from various economic backgrounds. This comes to us courtesy of award-winning commercial director Bruno Mourral, who makes his feature directorial debut with Kidnapping Inc.
Set in the days leading up to Haiti’s presidential election, Kidnapping Inc. follows Doc (Jasmuel Andri) and Zoe (Rolaphton Mercure), two Haitian criminals-for-hire who have just kidnapped Ben (Patrick Joseph), the son of presidential candidate Benjamin Perralt (Ashley Laraque). A wrench is thrown in their plan when they lose their kidnappee, and their desperation leads them to kidnap a lookalike (Patrick Joseph, in a dual role) and his pregnant wife (Gessica Geneus). Simultaneously, Ben’s wife Audrey (Anabel Lopez) and her lover Eddy (Marcus Boereau) attempt to secure the ransom money and get everything back to the status quo before election day arrives. While all of that is going on, Ben’s father is trying to maintain his composure and win the election, while possibly being up to some nefarious schemes of his own.
If that sounds like a lot, well, it is. Mourral keeps the film moving at a rapid pace, sometimes so rapidly that it can become difficult to follow as we bounce around from subplot to subplot. Mourral and his co-editor Arthur Tarnowski have clearly studied the films of Edgar Wright, yet what separates Wright from Mourral is that Wright makes cohesive films. I’m not convinced Mourrel has learned that trick yet, as Kidnapping Inc. threatens to derail long before the credits roll. Thankfully, it never does, but it often comes dangerously close.
Where Mourral succeeds the most is in the action sequences, especially a spectacular chase scene through the streets of Port-au-Prince that concludes the first act. Camerawork is frenetic and characters scream at each other (a lot), making for some truly thrilling set pieces. He doesn’t shy away from showing the violence, either, as bullets fly and fingernails are hammered off with gusto.
Farcical at times and deathly serious at others, Kidnapping Inc. starts out as a comedy of errors and eventually morphs into a full-blown political thriller, but the transition is far from seamless. This goes for the tonal shifts as well, which aren’t always handled with grace. Of course, nothing about Kidnapping Inc. is particularly graceful (it isn’t trying to be), but the whiplash from scene to scene, especially in the second half, is overbearing at times.
Holding things together are Andri and Mercure, who are the heart and soul of the film. They are a delight to watch and their friendship resonates, though it is Geneus who emerges as the film’s secret weapon, as she manages to steal nearly every scene she is in. The rest of the cast is made up of thinly drawn characters who don’t make much of an impression, which is why the film suffers when our two leads aren’t on screen.
However, the Doc/Zoe-less scenes are where the political commentary is at its most pointed. While the inclusion of these scenes make thematic sense, not enough attention is given to them over the course of the film’s runtime that it often feels like they belong in a different movie, especially when they’re held up against the more outlandishly comedic elements that populate most of the film. This is a shame, as there is a seething anger bubbling under the surface that boils over in the film’s final minutes. Unfortunately, it takes too long for Mourell to make his point that it doesn’t fully land by the time the credits roll.
Ultimately, Kidnapping Inc. is a loud, messy little caper that serves as a solid display of Mourell’s filmmaking talents, but he may need to take another crack at screenwriting to finesse his craft. As it stands, this is a solid debut effort that’s comes with a game cast and some hilariously entertaining set pieces, so the film earns a recommendation.
Kidnapping Inc. premiered at the Sundance Film Festival. Release date TBA.

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‘Her Private Hell’ Review: Nicolas Winding Refn Returns With a Hypnotic, Inscrutable Neon Fever Dream
Nicolas Winding Refn considers his first feature film in ten years, Her Private Hell, a resurrection. At the Cannes Film Festival earlier this year, the filmmaker revealed that his return was inspired, in large part, by his own mortality. His need to create art kicked into overdrive after beating death in 2023, when his heart stopped for 25 minutes.
Her Private Hell is pure art, too, bearing the filmmaker’s neon and synth signatures, as well as a deep disinterest in scrutable storytelling. Much like The Neon Demon, Refn’s latest demands you bend to its wavelength: an expressionistic vision more interested in the artistic process than the narrative.
That’s not to say that Her Private Hell lacks plot; this sci-fi horror noir features two central overlapping plots. At the forefront is actress Elle (Sophie Thatcher), who lives in the penthouse suite overlooking a hazy neon metropolis with her father, Johnny Thunders (Dougray Scott), and young stepmom Dominique (Havana Rose Liu), who happens to be Elle’s former best friend before marriage got in the way.
To say that Elle has daddy issues would be an understatement, made worse by insecurities, the arrival of a new acting ingenue (Kristine Froseth), and a vicious killer prowling the city: the Leather Man.

The secondary plot follows the enigmatic Private K (Charles Melton), an American soldier in Japan with resolute vengeance on his mind. Whereas Elle’s world exists in a space of glamour and opulence, Private K pummels his way bare-knuckled through the sweaty backstreets ruled by local crime syndicates down below.
Refn, who co-writes with Esti Giordani, manages to corral a variety of seemingly disparate genres and influences into a clinically cold and cryptic whole. The filmmaker infuses his signature style with everything from ’60s sci-fi to Golden Age Hollywood melodrama to Japanese folklore, hung on the framework of a Dario Argento-style Giallo. There’s a prominent psychosexual edge to both Elle and Private K’s separate journeys, one that dials up to zany excess when it comes to the former character.
There’s an overarching sense of mystic mythmaking to Her Private Hell, with elusive seamstresses, played by Shioli Kutsuna and Aoi Yamada, dipping in and out like folkloric, omnipotent kitsune as they seemingly preside over the increasing chaos that entails brutal knife fights, Freudian melodrama, and a supernatural killer that brutally rips his victims apart. All of it told with Refn’s detached, sterile style.

It’s less a conventional movie and more a stream of consciousness, a collection of inspirations and personal thoughts and themes. Nothing is really explained in this nonsensical fairy tale fever dream. Thatcher gives herself fully to the spoiled Elle, whose affluent privilege makes her a bundle of raw, primal emotions that erodes her sense of identity and reality. It makes her the tonal and visual opposite of the elusive Private K., and much credit goes to Refn, Melton, and Thatcher for wringing compelling performances out of such nebulous, vague characters.
As with most of Refn’s work, you’re either on his frequency or not. Her Private Hell is wholly uninterested in explanation or convention. It’s also heavily disjointed and unhurried in its eclectic, sparse amalgamation of genre inspirations. Still, it’s tough not to fall sway to the magnetic allure of its exquisite, pulse-pounding sights and sounds, complete with an incredible score by legendary composer Pino Donaggio.
While it never fully pulls you into its tangled web of artistic musings, there’s a lot to admire in a technically stunning feature this fearless in its incomprehensibility and ambition.
Her Private Hell releases in theaters on July 24.

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