An A to Z checklist of how to waste good British talent, bar a solid turn by Jack O’Connell, it’s fair to say this doesn’t follow through on early promise.
Massively undermined by a one-note script, a tower block comes under attack from a sniper rifle killer, though the reason for his revenge, it turns out, is far from the mystery we’re teased.
Retribution for the residents after keeping quiet when an attack took place on their floor, as the yobs wore balaclavas the whole time all they could have told the police was look for “two guys with masks on” anyway, which would have hardly solved the crime. The whole movie is one big farce, there’s no reason purpose and no cause for what goes on, and nor is the serial killer crazy.
Thanks to the muddled plot motivations Tower Block really struggles in the final third, and despite slick direction at times it’s difficult to really get into as the sporadic moments of intensity and real thrill just aren’t enough from this type of movie.