THE CYCLE (2026)

Studio:   Shudder
Director: Jordan Downey
Writer:   Jordan Downey, Kevin Stewart
Producer: James Harris, Mark Lane, Michael Downey
Stars:    Deborah Ann Woll, Jeffrey Donovan, Will Hochman, Jack Doolan, Carl W. Crudup, Jeb Berrier, Gretchen Corbett, David Myers Gregory

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Summary:

Decades after her father’s disappearance, a forensic anthropologist unravels his disturbing connection to a string of grisly murders.


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Review:

While promoting his 2026 “Resident Evil” film, director Zach Cregger quipped in an interview, “I start every Shudder movie. I don’t finish 75% of them.” He merely meant it as a wry remark, not a dismissive condemnation, as he went on to add, “God bless ‘em. I will never end my subscription.”

It’s not like the streamer’s supporters don’t understand where Cregger is coming from regarding Shudder’s often inconsistent quality. I generally like more of their original content than I dislike, yet I still snickered in solidarity with the sentiment.

But even if you’re only investing in a portion of a movie before turning it off, those minutes really add up when you’re doing that three out of every four times. With so many options, it can be difficult to know what’s worth trying on Shudder in the first place, and no one wants to spend half an evening repeatedly starting films they don’t feel compelled to complete.

“The Cycle” attracted more attention than most Shudder offerings in part due to Stephen King. On his X account, King posted, “I don’t usually pump up horror movies (unless they are mine, haha), but (THE CYCLE) is special. Put it on your calendar.” When the master of horror makes a recommendation, it’s usually wise to listen, so pressing Play on “The Cycle” was an easy decision in this instance.

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I can certainly see how someone might not make it all the way through this movie’s 112 minutes though. That’s a long time for a film to follow the familiar pattern of a police procedural, and the pace feels the drag because the first two acts primarily consist of conversations accented with moody music. “The Cycle” essentially operates a little like a horror “Law & Order” without courtroom scenes, and if the predator Olivia Benson investigated this week turned out to be a werewolf. Although “The Cycle” treats the werewolf angle like a surprise reveal, I don’t see how anyone would expect anything other than what’s obvious from the title as well as the full moon on the thumbnail. It’s also evident from how many segues come with text that says, “27 days later,” “19 days later,” or dialogue noting a conspicuous passage of time.

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Deborah Ann Woll stars as Meg, a forensic anthropologist specializing in cold cases. Her father Peter left her and her mother without explanation over 30 years ago. Unexpectedly, Peter’s corpse just turned up outside a house where a mother and daughter were violently slaughtered in an apparent animal attack. What’s weirder is Peter appears to have been dead for at least a month, making his possible link to the murders all the more curious.

“The Cycle” clearly wanted to start with Meg’s introduction, but her first scene feels forced into an obligatory position. The story truly begins when the bodies are discovered after title credits. In the meantime, the film spends its opening on Meg making a folksy connection with the server at a late-night diner, where she pores over files on a peculiar death that doesn’t directly connect to what comes next. Flickering lights and the signature on a suicide note carry foreshadowing clues, but this isn’t the place to lay down information that could have been repackaged for a down-the-line delivery.

Woll is fine in the role. I wouldn’t say she’s wooden. I would, however, say she comes across as a moderately invested performer reciting scripted lines. Woll occasionally seems detached from her character, not like a real person whose words organically exit her mouth.

When the investigation gets underway, Meg partners with police chief Ian. It takes some convincing, and triggered trauma, for Meg to agree to get involved. Once that happens, Meg and Ian briefly bond through more diner discourse during which they discuss the troubled histories of their respective families. It’s a moment intended to expand Ian’s presence, except it’s such a small morsel that it ends up having little impact on what happens afterward. Had the movie started with him examining the first crime scene instead, there would have been an automatic anchor creating an emotional attachment to Ian by default of him being the first doorway into the story. This wedged-in chinwag doesn’t compensate for the lack of a true connection.

Structuring itself with odd scene choices is the stone “The Cycle” can’t stop stubbing its toe on. As another example, when Meg confronts her mother Joni for the truth about her father, Joni makes an important revelation that alters what Meg had been led to believe for decades. Yet instead of resolving this new conflict, Meg reacts angrily for a few seconds before storming offscreen. This is a prime opportunity for a charged interaction these two actors can really chew on, yet “The Cycle” lets it slip by in favor of cutting to Meg and another police officer chatting up more exposition in a car. It doesn’t serve the drama for Meg and Joni to not even attempt closure, but Joni is only even seen again from her end of a fast phone call.

From when the final attack initially occurs to when it reaches its definitive resolution, about 17 minutes pass. Once again, that’s entirely too long to sit on what is functionally a single beat. There’s an epilogue tacked on top of that, too.

Two saving graces keep “The Cycle” from dying in the subdued flames of its very slow burn. With typical tricks up its sleeve like sneaking in haunting visions for a quick scare, there’s enough intrigue in the unfolding mystery to snatch back lapsed attention spans when minds start to wander. The “secret,” such as it is, isn’t a jaw-dropper, though incentive lingers to see how the case shakes out once everything is out in the open.

The second boon in “The Cycle’s” corner comes from outstanding practical effects work. There’s a heavy reliance on reusing Peter’s corpse again and again, but a fantastic transformation sequence finally fulfills the promise such sights seem to be making. Enthusiastic applause goes to artist Patrick Magee for delivering the gruesome goods, with just enough roughness around the edges to put the film in line with B-movie horror’s VHS heyday.

Nipping secondary characters like Meg’s pregnant assistant (you forgot all about her until right now, didn’t you?) and tucking redundant scenes inside others would have earned “The Cycle” a higher score. As is, “The Cycle” averages out to be a pretty typical Shudder thriller, which I don’t intend to sound negative. “Standard Shudder fare” is whatever that means to you. To me, it means something better fit for a streaming service than a theater, something worth a one-time watch but not repeated viewings, and something whose small size is more likely to make minor waves rather than a big splash. I’d say that’s plenty to warrant sticking it out to the end, while those whose tastes aren’t tuned to terror-tinged melodrama might be more eager to follow Zach Cregger’s example.

Review Score: 65