My quick rating – 3.9/10. If “high-octane thrill ride” was the mission statement for Kill Shot, then somewhere along the way, the engine stalled, and someone forgot to hire a stunt coordinator. What we’re left with is a movie that sounds like a good time on paper. Terrorists posing as hunters are tracking down $100 million lost in a plane crash. Instead, it plays out like a forgotten late-night cable filler from the early 2000s.

Kill Shot kicks things off with that premise, which should be an easy win. However, the film delivers fight scenes that feel like they were choreographed five minutes before filming. There’s no weight, no rhythm, and definitely no sense that anyone involved is in actual danger. You’ll spend more time wondering if someone missed their cue than feeling any suspense.

Then there’s the character work, or lack of it. Most of the cast feel like unpaid extras who accidentally wandered into speaking roles. Xian Mikol at least shows flashes of being someone worth watching, like she could’ve been a legitimate threat or standout villain, but the script does her no favors and wastes that potential almost immediately. Everyone else? Interchangeable, forgettable, and operating on autopilot.

And yes…I need to talk about Rachel Cook. More specifically, her butt. The film makes absolutely sure you notice her. It. Repeatedly, and not in a way that serves the story. There’s a moment involving a completely unnecessary tent exit that feels less like character development and more like the director waving a giant flag that says, “Yes, she is in her panties on a hunting trip.” It’s not subtle, and it definitely doesn’t help the film take itself seriously.

Dialogue doesn’t save things either. You’d think a movie like this could at least lean into some fun one-liners or cheesy banter, but instead it lands in that awkward middle ground where nothing is memorable -just flat, occasionally clunky exchanges that drift by without impact.

And just when you think Kill Shot might at least wrap things up cleanly, it pulls the classic “wait for the sequel” move. Bold strategy for a movie that hasn’t earned the first one. It’s less of a cliffhanger and more of a raised eyebrow – like, you think I am watching another?

In the end, this feels like a throwback to those old network TV action movies. Not in a nostalgic way, but in a “this probably played at 2 PM on a Sunday” kind of way. There’s a decent idea buried here somewhere, but between the weak action, thin characters, and questionable creative choices, Kill Shot misses the target by a pretty wide margin.