Killer Heat

Adapted from a short story by Jo Nesbo, this sun-drenched Mediterranean noir pushes hard-boiled menace and private eye diffidence to a tiring degree, but it lacks for a decent plot and even a hint of intrigue.

The director, Philippe Lacôte, does an okay job of unfurling the story, yet somehow it all lacks… heat. Maybe that’s because he wants the dots he’s connecting to be sentimental.

Killer Heat will not go down as the worst Nesbø adaptation out there but it will definitely be the most forgettable.

The twists and pedestrian dramatics are a stiff slog to get to, and Gordon-Levitt’s once innate charisma has vanished altogether here; his cheap P.I. outfit itself seems to be wearing him more than the other way around.

Sluggish noir thriller.

...familiar subject matter that’s employed to watchable yet entirely forgettable effect...

t may be one of the great comedies of the year. The only problem is that the people who made it thought they were making a gritty noir.

A cliched script and disappointing performances from a promising cast add Killer Heat to a long line of dissatisfying adaptations of the bestselling crime writer's work.

Almost every character is a cliché, twice so during flashbacks to the private eye's predictably troubled personal life, and none of them have much hope of acquitting themselves well when tasked with delivering constantly dreary dialogue.

Gordon-Levitt and Woodley feel miscast in a noir-ish wannabe whose plot is too uncomplicated and obvious to not distract us with more lived-in characters who have done more than a single bad choice.