Review: Shot Caller (dir. by Ric Roman Waugh)


“The fact is, we all started out as someone’s little angel. And a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims. Nothing in between can exist here.” — “Bottles”

Shot Caller (released in 2017), directed by Ric Roman Waugh, is a gritty, morally complex crime drama that dives deep into the brutal world of prison gangs, redemption, and the blurred lines between justice and survival. Clocking in at just over two hours, it’s a tense, character-driven story that doesn’t shy away from the harsh realities of its setting, delivering a raw and unfiltered look at life behind bars and the psychological toll it exacts.

The film follows Jacob Harlon, played by Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, a successful businessman whose life spirals out of control after a DUI accident leaves his best friend dead. Sentenced to prison, Jacob is thrust into a violent, hierarchical world where survival means adapting to the rules of the Shot Callers—high-ranking gang members who control the prison’s underground economy. The film’s title itself is a nod to this brutal hierarchy, where every decision, every move, is dictated by those at the top. As Jacob navigates this treacherous landscape, he transforms from a naive new inmate into a hardened, strategic player, adopting the moniker “Money” for his financial acumen. His journey is as much about physical survival as it is about the psychological toll of losing his identity and grappling with the moral compromises he’s forced to make.

What makes Shot Caller stand out is its unflinching portrayal of prison life. Waugh, who also co-wrote the screenplay, doesn’t romanticize the violence or the characters. The film opens with a visceral, almost documentary-like sequence of Jacob’s first days in prison, where he’s immediately targeted by a white supremacist gang. The brutality is shocking, but it sets the tone for a story that refuses to sugarcoat the realities of incarceration. The prison scenes are claustrophobic, the tension palpable, and the stakes feel painfully real. Waugh’s direction ensures that every punch, every stab, every whispered threat carries weight. There’s no glorification here—just the cold, hard truth of a system that chews people up and spits them out. Even the brief but chilling appearance of Holt McCallany as The Beast, a high-ranking Aryan Brotherhood member, leaves a lasting impression. Though his screen time is limited, McCallany’s performance is unforgettable, exuding a quiet, menacing authority that underscores the danger lurking in every corner of the prison.

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau delivers a career-best performance as Jacob. Known to many as Jaime Lannister from Game of Thrones, Coster-Waldau sheds his noble, charismatic image to embody a man broken by guilt and reshaped by circumstance. His physical transformation is striking—he bulked up significantly for the role, but it’s his emotional range that truly impresses. Jacob’s arc is one of the most compelling aspects of the film. Early on, he’s a fish out of water, a man clinging to his old life and morals. But as the story progresses, we see the gradual erosion of his principles. The moment he finally snaps and fights back is a turning point, not just for his character but for the audience’s perception of him. By the time he’s released from prison, he’s almost unrecognizable—both physically and psychologically. Coster-Waldau makes you believe every step of this transformation, and it’s a testament to his skill as an actor that you’re rooting for Jacob even as he makes increasingly questionable decisions.

The supporting cast is equally strong. Omari Hardwick plays Shotgun, a high-ranking member of the black gang who becomes Jacob’s reluctant mentor. Hardwick brings a quiet intensity to the role, balancing threats with moments of unexpected humanity. Lake Bell plays Jacob’s wife, Kate, and her performance is heartbreaking in its restraint. Kate’s struggle to hold her family together while her husband is in prison is a grounded counterpoint to the chaos unfolding behind bars. Jon Bernthal, another standout, plays a prison guard with a morally ambiguous role in Jacob’s journey. Bernthal, as always, brings a raw, simmering energy to his scenes, making his character’s motivations feel authentic, even when they’re not entirely clear.

The film’s pacing is deliberate, almost methodical. Waugh takes his time building the world and the characters, and while this might frustrate viewers looking for constant action, it pays off in the long run. The first act is heavy on exposition, introducing the prison’s power structures and the various factions at play. But once Jacob starts to find his footing, the story picks up momentum. The middle act is where Shot Caller really shines, as Jacob’s alliances and rivalries become more complex. The film’s climax is a high-stakes heist that feels both inevitable and earned, a culmination of everything Jacob has learned—and lost—during his time inside.

One of the most interesting themes in Shot Caller is the idea of control. The title itself refers to those who call the shots, but the film constantly questions who really has power in this world. Jacob starts as a man who thinks he’s in control of his life, only to have that illusion shattered. In prison, he learns that control is a fragile, often violent thing, constantly shifting hands. Even after his release, he’s not truly free—he’s still bound by the rules of the criminal underworld he’s now a part of. The film suggests that in a system as broken as this one, no one is ever truly in control. It’s a bleak message, but one that feels authentic to the story being told.

The cinematography, by Dana Gonzales, is another highlight. The prison scenes are shot in a way that emphasizes the claustrophobia and tension of the environment. The color palette is muted, with lots of grays and blues, reflecting the cold, harsh reality of Jacob’s new world. The action sequences, when they do occur, are brutal and realistic, with a handheld camera style that puts you right in the middle of the chaos. There’s no glamour to the violence here—it’s messy, desperate, and often over in seconds.

If Shot Caller has a weakness, it’s that some of its themes and plot points might feel familiar to fans of the genre. The story of a man falling into the criminal underworld and struggling to escape isn’t exactly new. What saves the film from feeling derivative is its commitment to authenticity and its strong performances. Waugh’s script also avoids easy answers. Jacob isn’t a hero, and the film doesn’t pretend he is. He’s a flawed, complicated man making the best of a series of terrible situations. The ending, without spoiling too much, is bittersweet and ambiguous, leaving you to ponder just how much of Jacob’s old self is left—and whether he can ever truly escape the life he’s been drawn into.

Another aspect worth praising is the film’s soundtrack. The score, composed by Antonio Pinto, is understated but effective, using a mix of electronic and orchestral elements to underscore the tension and emotional beats of the story. The use of silence is also notable—there are moments where the absence of music makes the violence or the weight of a decision hit even harder.

Shot Caller is a film that lingers with you long after the credits roll. It’s not an easy watch, and it’s certainly not for the faint of heart. The violence is graphic, the language is harsh, and the themes are heavy. But for those willing to engage with it, the film offers a gripping, thought-provoking experience. It’s a story about survival, identity, and the cost of redemption. Ric Roman Waugh has crafted a prison drama that stands alongside classics like The Shawshank Redemption and American History X, even if it doesn’t quite reach their lofty heights. What it lacks in originality, it makes up for in execution, with stellar performances and a relentless commitment to its vision. In a world where crime dramas often glorify the outlaw life, Shot Caller is refreshingly honest. It doesn’t ask you to root for Jacob because he’s a good guy—it asks you to understand him, flaws and all. And by the end, you do. You understand the choices he makes, even if you don’t agree with them. That’s the mark of a great character study, and Shot Caller delivers on that front in spades. It’s a film that will leave you thinking, long after the final shot fades to black.

Review: Drive (dir. by Nicolas Winding Refn)


Danish filmmaker Nicolas Winding Refn has made just a handful of films with most staying under the radar of most of the general film-going public. He first caught the attention of indie film fans with his Pusher Trilogy over in Denmark, but he really caught the attention of these fans with his explosive collaboration with Tom Hardy on the Bronson biopic. He would follow that film with the violent existentialist Viking film Valhalla Rising. It would take another major collaboration with another rising star in Ryan Gosling for Winding Refn to finally have his major breakout film which has caught the attention of not just the indie film fans and cineaste crowd, but the general public at-large.

Drive was first screened over at this year’s 2011 Cannes Film Festival where it premiered “in competition” for the Palme d’Or. While the film didn’t win the top prize for best film at Cannes it didn’t garner Nicolas Winding Refn “Best Director” award and his work on this film more than merits such an accolade. The film would begin to screen at other major film festivals before landing at the Toronto International Film Festival before making it’s major public release in North America. Everywhere the film went the consensus reaction to the film has ranged from positive to calls for the film as one of 2011’s best.

So, it would seem most everyone has been quite positive with their reaction to Refn’s Drive. Is this film just another indie arthouse title which the elitist film fans have begun to hype up to levels that would border on cosmic? Or is this film actually as good as it has been talked up to be by such film fans and those of the general public who have seen it? I think the answer lies somewhere in-between.

Drive has been called an action-drama to crime-thriller to film noir and even an existentialist meditation of the film variety. Some have even called it a modern urban fairy tale from the many traditional tropes and themes inherent in fairy tales. The film actually seems to defy genre labels as it’s all those and even more. Nicolas Winding Refn has made a film with so much variety in its cinematic DNA from other classic films and storytelling styles that watching the film once is not enough to find them all.

The film makes a strong statement with it’s introduction of the character who remains nameless but could be called “The Driver” or “The Kid”. Ryan Gosling’s performance in this opening sequence will set the foundation for his character from beginning to end. His driver role is not much for chit-chat and unnecessary talking with those who have hired him to be their expert getaway driver. He’s meticulous with his equipment and intractable when it comes to the rules he has set down for his clients. He would be theirs for the five minutes they need him to drive them away from their criminal acts. Whatever they do before or after those five minutes doesn’t matter to him and he sticks to this rule explicitly. Another rule which he lays down is that he will not be carrying a firearm. These rules have had some audiences bring to mind Jason Statham’s Transporter character and they would not be totally wrong to say so. What Gosling’s driver has over Statham’s is the air of realism to the role. It’s a realism that borders on hyper-reality as the film moves on to it’s climactic conclusion, but real nonetheless. Gosling’s “driver” will not do extensive and elaborate fighting skills the way Statham’s would.

The film would move from it’s powerful introduction and into a much more calm and somewhat serene section as the nameless driver gradually gets to know his next door neighbor in the form of Irene as played by Carey Mulligan. Their relationship will form the core of the film’s narrative and it’s the driver’s growing affection not just for Irene but her young son that would dictate some of the decisions he would make right up to the end of the film. It’s a relationship built not on extensive dialogue banter but mostly on meaningful glances and silent understanding between two characters who seem to have found a kindred kinship between them. It’s this growing relationship between the two and Irene’s son which almost look like a familial unit forming until the return of Irene’s incarcerated and newly-released husband Standard. This is a character played by Oscar Isaac as a man desperate to take full advantage of his last chance at normalcy and redemption, but ultimately doomed to fail.

Standard doesn’t just become the only wrench in the happy life Gosling’s character seems to want to have with Irene and her son. Into the picture also happens to come in is his mentor and business partner Shannon (Bryan Cranston doing a great job as the good-natured, but opportunistic fool character many Shakespearean tragedies always seem to have) and Shannon’s even seedier acquaintances in Hollywood mogul-turned-mob boss Bernie Rose (Albert Brooks in a chilling performance) and his more boisterous, but not as smart partner in Nino (Ron Perlman).

The film seems to settle on the low gears for the first hour of the film, but it’s during a botched robbery attempt where the driver becomes embroiled in that Drive finally moves into the high gears and stays there until the very end. Refn’s decision to use the first hour to round out and build the characters in this film definitely pays off in the end. The audience becomes quite clear as to who the players are and what motivates them to do what they do the rest of the film. Even the most secondary and tertiary roles in this film has a part to play. Even Christina Hendricks in the role of a low-level moll to a gang of criminals gets to have her time to shine if just briefly.

Once the narrative shifts from character study to an almost Cronenbergian exercise in violence and brutality does the film finally able to hook in the last few audiences who may have still been iffy about Drive. Not to say that the final 45-minutes of the film was a non-stop action film, but it does move at a consistently higher gear pace than the first hour. We see the driver having to show to the audience that he’s not just an expert wheelman for Hollywood (stunt driver by day) and the criminal underground (getaway driver by night). It serves the film well that Gosling’s character has the barest minimum of lines of dialogue. We see all we need to know about this character through his behavior that brings to mind roles played by such past luminaries as Steve McQueen and Clint Eastwood.

Most likely it would be in the second half of the film that should satisfy the action junkies. While the action scenes are not of the Michael Bay-type they do show that Refn has a fine grasp of what makes an action scene thrilling. Whether the scene calls for some of the most well-done car chase on film since Frankenheimer showed everyone how to properly do it in Ronin or scenes of sudden brutal violence which calls to mind similar scenes from Cronenberg’s last two films (A History of Violence and Eastern Promises). Both types of action were done efficiently with little to no glamour to gloss over things. The burst of violence actually adds to the mystique of Gosling’s “Man With No Name” role. One particular scene in the apartment elevator where Gosling, Mulligan and a goon sent by the mob makes for one of the best scenes in the film and of 2011.

As much as these scenes of action and violence will be the ones to get the most attention from the general film-going public in the end it’s the excellent screenplay by Hossein Amini of the James Sallis’ novel of the same name which really holds everything together in conjunction with some top-notch performances from everyone involved. The film makes or breaks itself on Gosling’s performance as the driver and he delivers on all cylinders. His performance was quite reminiscent of past performances such as James Caan as Frank in Michael Mann’s Thief, Steve McQueen also as Frank in Bullitt, but in my opinion Gosling’s work in this film brings to mind young Clint Eastwood as “The Man With No Name” in Sergio Leone’s spaghetti western trilogy. Both characters were the type to let their actions speak for them and were both full of quiet confidence not to mention restrained violence which would erupt when needed.

Much has been said about Albert Brooks’ turn as the mob boss Bernie Rose. how the role was quite the 180-degrees from people’s perception of the actor who usually did comedic roles. I say that Albert Brooks always had a dark side to his comedic talent. I mean he was and is megamaniacal villain Hank Scorpio from The Simpsons. In all seriousness, Brooks’ as the mob boss was the other pillar which held all the other performances focused. In fact, Gosling’s character and Brook’s Bernie Rose could almost be considered mirror-images of each other. They were characters who had found their place in the world and the role they would play and didn’t struggle against it. Everyone else in the film struggled against their lot in life. It was also these characters who had the bulk of the film’s dialogue.

Drive has been hyped (for some overhyped) since it first premiered at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, but it’s one of those rare films which has more than earned and surpassed the hype which has preceded it’s general release to the general public. It’s a film which bucks traditional genre labels by combining the themes, ideas and foundations from many different film and storytelling genres. For fans of action there’s enough thrilling action to sate them. For those who are fans of film noir this film definitely carries within it the DNA set down by the film noir of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. For some who wish to watch a film which explore existential themes then Refn’s film has that too. In the end, Drive manages to be a film which caters to so many different audiences without ever pandering to them or dumbing the story down. It’s a film made by a filmmaker who continues to impress and who has made his best film to date.

Drive is a film that is not for everyone, but it’s also a film that everyone should see and experience at least once. It is also one of the year’s best films and, so far, my top film of 2011.

SDCC 2011: Drive (dir. Nicolas Winding Refn) Red Band Trailer


One of the films I’ve really been following since last year and can’t wait to see this September is the latest film from Danish filmmaker Nicolas Winding Refn. I’ve loved his work since I first got introduced to his Pusher Trilogy and saw his two most recent work with Bronson and Valhalla Rising. He is following up the latter with what I could only describe as his own take on the neo-noir genre film, Drive.

At San Diego Comic-Con 2011, the latest trailer for Drive was introduced during the FilmDistrict panel which also had Guillermo Del Toro and his upcoming produced horror film, Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. This latest trailer for Refn’s Drive is of the red band variety but from what I could tell from the trailer it shouldn’t be NSFW.

The trailer really doesn’t delve too much into all the plot points of the film. It does give a sense that the film has been influenced by past genre crime films and some of the classic grindhouse chase films of the 70’s. One thing I’m sure of is that this film’s cast looks to be one of the best for any film being released in 2011: Ryan Gosling, Carey Mulligan, Ron Perlman, Oscar Isaac, Albert Brooks, Bryan Cranston and Christina Hendricks just to name a few.

Drive is set for a September 16, 2011 release here in the United States.

Source: IGN

Quickie Review: Legion (dir. by Scott Stewart)


Scott Stewart’s film about the Biblical Apocalypse was one film that I was very hyped to see in the first weeks of 2010. I had heard some very good buzz about it when a red band sizzle reel was shown in at 2009 San Diego Comic-Con. This was Stewart’s first major work (he had made a smaller film in 2000 called What We Talk About When We Talk About Love) and with his background in the special effects industry I thought that this film of his would at least be a feast for the eyes. I knew going in what to expect from something about God, Angels, the Apocalypse and uneding amounts of guns and ammo. So, it was with a profound disappointment when I finally saw Legion and, despite my low expectations, was roundly disappointed with everything about it.

Legion is about God deciding that he’s had enough of humanity’s bullshit and shenanigans (a term I would put on this film) and turned his angelic hosts loose upon the world to start things new. This was God’s version of shaking the Etch-a-Sketch that is the world. He has his two favorite Archangels in Michael and Gabriel leading the vanguard of this Apocalypse with Michael tasked with making sure a baby doesn’t get born before the divine enema has been completed. Well, Michael being the introspective sone decides that he still has faith in humanity and refuses to do God’s bidding. We see Michael go through removing his wings (which also unlocks the very BDSM God collar all the angels wear) then find a huge cache of weapons inside a toy company warehouse. Seems removing the wings makes him human and minus all the cool angelic powers. He says something about the Apocalypse having started then makes off towards Bethle…I mean the diner out in the Nevada desert to protect the prophesized baby who will save humanity.

Yeah, the premise for Legion sounds awesome on paper. Militant angels led by badass Archangels like Gabriel about to go “Terminator” on mankind. The story itself was like a mish-mash of some of the best cult fantasy/horror of the past. There’s some of the cool Christopher Walken film Prophecy in the plot and, of course, one cannot but see some parallels with Cameron’s Terminator. Plus, we have a humanized Archangel Michael with guns and guns and guns to battle his former brethren with his coterie of human sidekicks to help out. The trailer for this was very cool and full of action. A trailer which pretty much had all the cool parts in this film. One can watch the trailer and actually enjoy Legion more than when they watch the film itself.

For a filmmaker with a special effects background the film looked pretty lifeless with action sequences that lacked any sort of memorable action. The dialogue wasn’t awful, but everyone’s performance made it sound worse than it really was. Even Bettany in the lead role of Michael looked tired and bored with his role (a sign the film was going downhill and downhill fast). The possessed humans who made up the bulk of the opposing force against the good  guys were uninteresting with the exception of Doug Jones’ “Ice Cream Man” character shown in the trailer. A scene the trailer pretty much showed almost in its entirety. That character was on the screen for less than two minutes then gone.

I actually think that people should just watch the trailer for Legion then pop into their dvd player Prophecy and Terminator. Doing that will pretty much give them the whole story of Legion and have a kick-ass time doing so. This was a film that looked good to great on paper, but once they actually started writing the script and started filming went down the septic tank. It’s films like these that makes one shout “shenanigans” at all those involved in its making. I think Kyle Broflowski would agree with me.