Predictible. A silly and boring film, unfortunately. It could have been interesting but the landscape was the most interesting thing in the film.

Sierbahnn

May 3, 2026

7.0

This might not be the most original thing in the world, but it is executed well and the characters are relatable enough to build tension. That makes the moments of fright more engaging and leaves you ultimately quite satisfied. The casting is fantastic, and of course the locales where this is shot are breathtaking. It's really not a bad movie, and I recommend it.

Just awful. I feel like I have already seen this movie a thousand times, and I did NOT even finish it. Predictable, with no story. No connection to the characters. SKIP THIS ONE!

Checkout my full review @ https://www.manuelsbento.com/apex-2026-primal-thrills-and-physical-prowess-elevate-a-familiar-survival-formula/ Rating: B APEX is a remarkably solid, propulsive survival thriller that knows exactly what it wants to achieve and delivers on all fronts. Charlize Theron's extraordinary physicality and commitment to her own stunts are jaw-dropping, while Taron Egerton brings a wonderfully unhinged energy to their intense, high-stakes dynamic. Even though the narrative beats follow a fairly formulaic, predictable path with somewhat thin character development, Baltasar Kormákur's riveting direction and breathtaking wilderness set pieces ensure a gripping, visceral cinematic ride from start to finish.

Vinicius Monteiro

Jun 30, 2026

6.0

My expectations for diving headfirst into a visceral thriller were high when I decided to hit play on Apex, but my time on the couch ended up being a really confusing mix of a racing heart and pure frustration. I was hooked by the promise of a suffocating psychological duel in the middle of nowhere, and the heavy energy of the first few minutes glued me to the screen in a way I didn't expect. But about halfway through this run through the woods, I realized the story itself was tripping over rocks along the way, running desperately without a map. It was one of those exhausting rides that tested the protagonist's limits and, to be totally honest, my patience with writing choices that made me roll my eyes. I was absolutely glued to the couch during the opening sequence on the Troll Wall cliffs. Seeing Sasha and Tommy (Bana) hanging off that icy abyss set a brilliant tone of urgency right from the first few seconds. The tragedy there actually hurts. And the promise was super obvious: grief was going to be this woman's relentless driving force. Except, after she gets thrown into the Australian jungle, I realized with some sadness that the psychological pain just became an empty plot device. The movie brushes off the mental fallout of that traumatic climb almost immediately. The massive loss doesn't shape her survival tactics in the wild; it just serves as a lazy excuse to justify an isolated trip across the world. I was left with this cynical feeling that they sold me on a complex emotional journey in the interviews, but delivered a shallow drama that gets tossed aside by the end of the first act. Charlize Theron’s physical commitment is just insane to watch. She carries the film's entire tension on her shoulders, often without saying a word. I didn't see the old invincible action-hero stereotype there; I saw an exhausted woman oozing vulnerability and terror through an almost tangible body language. Her performance creates instant empathy. The painful problem here is that she has to carry this weight all by herself in a total wasteland of good supporting characters. The few locals that show up have no soul. They're just pawns on a board, existing only to die in visually aggressive ways just to prove the villain isn't messing around. And Eric Bana? His blink-and-you-miss-it appearance left a really bitter taste in my mouth. Using an actor of his caliber just as marketing bait to put his name on the poster, reducing him to a narrative pretext who vanishes before you even care about him. Before the forest closed in on the plot, I felt genuine chills during the buildup of danger at the roadside diner. The script nailed that raw, veiled, and intimidating threat that every woman traveling alone knows all too well. Taron Egerton steps in brilliantly as that toxic "nice guy" archetype, the kind of guy who hides a predatory nature behind an overly polite smile. And he kills it. He shifts from disarming charm to fury in fractions of a second. But as the movie drags on, his character goes downhill fast. The overload of sadistic little jokes and sarcastic one-liners seriously started to get on my nerves. In a setting that called for absolute terror, that performative, almost cartoonish behavior completely broke the heavy atmosphere. It felt like the villain was acting in a dark comedy while the protagonist was suffering in a gritty thriller. The two vibes just didn't mix. Baltasar Kormákur knows how to create a sense of isolation, I gotta hand it to him for that. The direction understands the need for silence, keeping us tense wondering where the stalker is hiding instead of blowing things up every five seconds. But as soon as the initial adrenaline wore off and the second act kicked in, my patience literally went down the drain. The movie's pacing stalls in an almost inexplicable way. I spent endless minutes watching Sasha wander aimlessly through empty landscapes or crouch behind logs. This sluggishness completely killed the engagement I had built up. And the blind obedience to clichés is infuriating. It follows the survival thriller playbook so exactly that I caught myself guessing which bush the jump scare would pop out of. It lacked the guts to subvert the audience's expectations. If anything kept me awake during the slower moments, it was the environment itself. The geography doesn't make things easy. We're not just talking about a killer on your tail; we're dealing with deadly rapids, rocks that tear your skin open, and a biting cold that drains the character's sanity. This double layer of threat worked fantastically for me. Watching Sasha being forced to beat the Australian biome before even worrying about Ben's blade gave the movie a very authentic survival weight. The film scores its best points when it treats the forest not as luxury wallpaper, but as a hostile, unpredictable, and living force. I was genuinely immersed in the claustrophobic cinematography. That invasive camera, focused on the cold sweat on Theron's forehead, creates an insane sense of urgency. Capturing the real locations in Australia commands massive visual respect. But then the digital effects kicked in and ripped my immersion to shreds. In the bits involving the fall into the rapids or the fights on those towering cliffs, the green screen sticks out like a sore thumb in an embarrassing way. The collision of this plasticky CGI with the real mud and the raw acting completely flattens the sense of danger. When I noticed the fake, pixelated water blurring in the background, my fear of the protagonist drowning vanished instantly. It desperately needed some polishing in post-production. On this front, I applaud without a second thought. The sound design is the true silent star of this movie, masterfully carrying the paranoia on its back. The decision not to shove a dramatic orchestral score down our throats the whole time was a relief. I found myself on the edge of the couch, holding my breath, trying to isolate the sound of a snapping branch or leaves being crunched in the dark. The aggressive amplification of the buzzing flies and the harsh noise of the violent water was unsettling in a good way, dialing up my own discomfort in the room. When the music finally does show up during the direct chases, it rips through with almost tribal beats that make your heart rate sync right up with it. I love ugly fights. Those instinctual survival brawls where there's no glamour, just the desperation to keep breathing. The movie gets the clumsy tone of the clashes right. The colossal problem, though, is how it was filmed and stitched together. The editing decided to go with the shaky-cam and hyperactive cuts cliché. In the night sequences, it turns into a blur of mud and clothes where it becomes humanly impossible to decipher who's hitting or getting hit. On top of this visual alienation, the script tests your intelligence with its suspension of disbelief. Sasha's initial vulnerability evaporates in the blink of an eye. She takes falls that would turn bones to dust, lets out a groan of pain, and goes right back to sprinting through the woods at Olympic speeds. Wanting the aesthetic shock of a nasty injury but refusing the physical consequences of that same pain ended up killing the authenticity of the conflict. There came a point in the last act where the lazy writing actually offended me. The tense cat-and-mouse dynamic loses all credibility when the rules of the map just stop existing. Sasha gets swallowed by a fast current for minutes, plunges far away, and then, as if by magic, the villain appears right behind her, laughing and without a scratch. The distance between them shifts depending on whether they need a new jump scare on screen. This heavy reliance on narrative "teleportation" completely destroys the tactical feel of the duel. I lost all desire to think about escape strategies because I knew that, one way or another, the script would make the villain break the laws of physics to catch his prey. I need to vent about how and where I watched this thing. It is glaringly obvious that the scale of the mountain, the ambition of the sound editing, and the vastness of that isolation demanded a dark room and a massive movie theater screen. Watching all this squeezed into a home setup, fighting off living room distractions, really neutered the impact. The oppression the director tried to create just couldn't bleed out of my TV screen. The strategy of dropping something with this scope straight to streaming ended up sabotaging the very claustrophobic essence the project wanted to convey. The ending they saved for last managed the feat of being a massive letdown. After spending almost two hours building up anger at the unfairness of the chase and waiting for a soul-cleansing catharsis, things wrap up in a pathetically mundane way. The confrontation ends with a sudden snap, trading a bloody or emotional climax for a lazy, going-through-the-motions conclusion. The psychological journey and the trauma wounds were totally sidelined, rolling the credits with a heavy feeling of "was that it?". Tackling Apex requires a massive dose of patience. It’s a fractured project that sabotages itself by neglecting a grief subplot with rich potential and resorting to script shortcuts that insult your logic. I was super annoyed by the confusing camera work in the night fights and that fake CGI background blowing up on the screen, not to mention a climax that just left me looking like a fool. But, I can't deny that my heart did race during certain stretches. Charlize Theron’s magnetic presence crawling at the limit of her strength is spectacular, and the jungle's sound architecture delivers the tension that the story loses sight of. If you're having an exhausting day, just looking for some dirty, straightforward entertainment without overthinking the logical details, the momentary adrenaline makes up for it. Just go in without expecting a revolution in the genre.

"Apex" gives the strong impression it hopes the location will carry the film. To be fair, the exotic wilderness of outback Australia is an interesting setting. That said, its window dressing on a film that's lacking in substance and pacing. The first shortcoming is Apex's key characterisations feel shallow. You never get any real insight into the mind of the deranged serial killer or, for that matter, his would-be victim. Both remain distant and unknown. This is a major shortcoming. What starts out as a pursuit thriller which supports a more exposition-driven story and bare-bones characterisations quickly turns into a psychological thriller minus the psychological depth it needs to carry it forward. The abrupt finale really demonstrates the confusion as to what Apex is supposed to be. Sadly, I can't say a lot of positives about acting either. The lead character's performance feels wooden and forced, which may well be down to character's limtiations in the script. The character of the "Brit/Aussie" serial killer is a little overcooked. He's what non Australian's think Australians are. I can say this wth confidence, as someone who lived in Sydney, for a number of years. Action is well done and creative. Both actors have the physicality to carry the outback action convincingly, which does add a sense of realism. In summary, whilst not unwatchable, I found myself viewing Apex in stops and starts over a couple of days, which is never a good sign. Its failure to decide what it wants to be, constructing a compelling story that reflects that decision is, in my estimation, its single biggest shortcoming. On the upside, action is well done, and yes, the location is compelling. A marginal 6/10 from me.