CUT OFF REVIEW

Cut Off kicks off like a medical mystery on Red Bull. Scalpels, silence, and that hum of fluorescent lights that screams something’s about to go wrong. Coroner Paul’s just clocking in, until he cracks open a body and finds a note inside with his daughter’s name. That’s the oh-no moment, and from there, the film grabs your pulse and refuses to let go.

What follows is pure caffeinated chaos, part high-stakes thriller, part escape-room panic attack. Every clue drags Paul deeper, every second ticks louder. The suspense? You-level intense.

Meanwhile, Linda’s mentally checked out. Ingolf, the med student with walking red flag energy, is always lurking, half helpful, half sketchy. You’ll catch yourself side-eyeing him every five minutes, wondering if he’s helping or hiding something. Thankfully, Ender, the janitor-slash-wannabe comic, cuts through the tension with jokes that land like Andrew Schulz doing impromptu crowd work.

The dubbed film? A little janky. The tone? Deliciously deranged. The ride? Completely unhinged in all the right ways.

If your flavor of thriller is twisted, tense, and darkly funny, Cut Off doesn’t just raise your heart rate. It slices straight through your weekend watchlist.