It took me several efforts to watch Kill List. I should have skipped it. First, even though everyone in Kill List speaks English, I needed subtitles, which isn’t enough to stop me from watching something if it is good, but is excruciating if it isn’t. Second, it has an unreliable main character: does he suffer from PTSD, was he drugged, was he cursed, has he always had something wrong with him, etc. I don’t know, and I don’t care. Kill List suffers from Damon Lindehof’s school of vague details or The Intruders’ I can’t decide approach. I don’t need everything spelled out, but I wasn’t confident that the filmmakers knew. Third, the director decides to use images that don’t match the audio, which creates dissonance and keeps the audience from feeling comfortable, but it isn’t as clever and provocative as it wants to be. One scene is a dead giveaway of how the denouement will unfold, and I knew it. On the other hand, I watch a lot of movies. Fourth, it is criminally derivative. It wants to take Wicker Man and combine it with the English crime caper movie, but succeeds at neither. Fifth, Kill List is a movie that demands your complete attention, which I gave it, but doesn’t deserve it. Kill List is strong on atmosphere and foreboding then does not flinch from delivering its violence in a gynecological fashion, but ultimately means nothing. If you think about it too long, you realize that it makes little sense. If that is the point-that there is no point, then Kill List succeeded, but I think that they had a bunch of things that they thought were cool from other movies and threw everything against the wall to see what would stick. Skip Kill List and watch the original Wicker Man.