Two former British soldiers now operate as contract killers. Their latest job—the titular list—involves three targets but things go sideways fast and the two find themselves in over their heads.

I loved the film’s trap movie plot—right in my wheel-house. Ditto the confident execution. The contrast between the dominant realism and the formal interstitial moments—such as the pair exiting their car framed by a rainbow—generates a perpetual sense of unease.

But the minimalist ending left me frustrated. I appreciated the lack of Scooby-Doo style exposition, but the open-ended nature left the film feeling like The Witch or Hereditary without their final scenes. Very good, but not committing to the final nihilistic gut-punch.