ONSLAUGHT (2026)

Studio:   A24
Director: Adam Wingard
Writer:   Simon Barrett
Producer: Simon Barrett, Alexander Black, Adam Wingard, Jeremy Platt, Aaron Ryder, Andrew Swett
Stars:    Adria Arjona, Dan Stevens, Eric Wareheim, Reginald VelJohnson, Michael Biehn, Blake Kennedy, Alex Pereira, Drew Starkey, Rebecca Hall

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Summary:

A military veteran fights to protect her daughter when a trio of superhuman soldiers goes on a killing spree in a trailer park.


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After playing with big budgets, big studios, and big monsters by directing the big blockbusters “Godzilla vs. Kong” (review here) and “Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire” (review here), “Onslaught” sees Adam Wingard returning to his B-movie roots for a smaller-scale slaughter spectacle once again written by his frequent collaborator Simon Barrett. “Onslaught” also comes billed as “from the world of ‘The Guest’ (review here),” although it’s not crystal clear how the two films connect. The likeliest link appears to be that “The Guest’s” David, played by Dan Stevens, is probably affiliated with the same shadowy private military contractor that weaponizes super-soldiers in “Onslaught.” Other than that, the only thing that directly carries over is the overall aesthetic.

This time though, that aesthetic runs harder and faster at the end goal of emulating VHS-era action. Credits are in John Carpenter’s signature font. Composer Matthew Pusti’s synth-heavy score pulses with Casio keyboard sounds. The camera can’t help but intermittently slip in a slow zoom or a sudden zoom. Ear-piercing audio stings accompany jump scares. Inessential T&A helps establish someone’s vague villainy. ‘80s staples Michael Biehn and Reginald VelJohnson also appear in supporting roles, furthering the feel of a film that would be right at home on the rental shelf alongside “Commando” and “American Ninja.”

“Onslaught’s” tone is a touch tighter, too. “The Guest” rides an undercurrent of dark humor that sometimes spatters its style with silliness. By no means does “Onslaught” treat itself with strict seriousness, but glibness doesn’t directly interfere with nastiness, either.

As evidence of how “Onslaught” prioritizes escapism over realism, look no further than Dan Stevens’s weirdo new character: Nazi scientist Dr. Hans Kammler. Starting with a prosthetic bald cap and white-haired wig that makes him look like Riff Raff from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show,” Kammler gets an additional accent from a diseased eye. Then he’s outfitted in a white cape to complete the silhouette of someone heading to a meeting with Destro and Cobra Commander. The only thing missing is a distinct scar on his face. Maybe the filmmakers thought that would be too much. Then again, they didn’t think it was too much to introduce Kammler by having him crawl on the floor to hungrily lick his wife’s high-heeled shoes like a starving man slurping up chowder.

Being an exiled Nazi scientist working for a clandestine PMC, Dr. Kammler is of course up to something evil in a secret military compound hidden in the New Mexico desert. His experiments have engineered three new Captain Americas, except instead of Army heroes, these robotic supermen are pure murder machines intended for deployment on the domestic populace. And getting deployed on the domestic populace is exactly what happens, albeit inadvertently, when these superhuman weapons unexpectedly kill all of the scientists and soldiers, destroy the facility, and take their vicious brutality spree to a nearby truck stop and trailer park.

The film’s first half hour or so flips back and forth between various threads that put the main pieces in play. One of these threads establishes Celeste, a former Army sniper turned gun enthusiast, who manages a trailer park populated by a motley assortment of working-class folks. It’s bad enough Celeste has to pull teeth to collect this month’s rent. Adding to her stress is her ex-husband dropping off their daughter Daisy for a surprise visit. With three super-soldiers soon set to lay waste to everything in sight, could the timing be any worse?

Around the halfway point, “Onslaught” essentially goes into full siege movie mode as the terrible trio, individually named The Crybaby, The Cockroach, and The Butcher, systematically slashes their way toward Celeste, who tries to survive with her daughter and a few other resourceful neighbors. Bullets are fired. Blood sprays. Limbs are severed. How much mileage any individual viewer gets out of all this massacring comes down to how much they enjoy uber-violence with no nobler intention than having fun with midnight movie carnage. This is Wingard and Barrett plotting only enough story, and populating it with a pinch of quirk to avoid being plain, so they can let loose with squibs, stunts, and gnarliness like they did in their indie days.

As Celeste, Adria Arjona holds her own as the movie’s hero. She doesn’t possess the same level of onscreen charisma that Dan Stevens brought to “The Guest,” nor does her cranky character have the same heft. But fans of “The Guest” get Dan Stevens in a different role here anyway. And in thinking how similar the two movies are with their violent vibes, it seems like the sensible thing to do is award “Onslaught” the same score as “The Guest” since in some ways it’s more of the same. I can’t see owning it on physical media and ever being like, “Let’s watch ‘Onslaught’ again tonight!” But for casual throwback thrills, “Onslaught” works well as a one-and-done watch.

Review Score: 65