Editor’s note: This review contains spoilers.

Twenty-eight minutes into Citizen Vigilante, our avenging angel pauses mid-coitus in a brothel to scold the prostitute about the mold creeping up her wall. He is, you understand, a landlord first. The buildings came to him from a dead father, and he manages them with the same exactitude he brings to executing rapists and crooked judges. The moment is meant as nothing in particular, and it gives the whole game away. The man who has appointed himself the sword of justice cannot get through a paid encounter without stopping for a property inspection.

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That man is Michael Sanders, an avenger with unexamined daddy issues, played by Armie Hammer, whose chilly control the film keeps mistaking for character. He is the work of director Uwe Boll, who operates in two registers: Some of his exploitation pictures have no point whatsoever (the Rampage trilogy stands as a monument to the form), and the rest rent out whatever resentment is loudest that season. Fifteen years ago that meant a working stiff swindled by the banks, gunning down bankers. In 2026 it reaches for the most combustible material on the shelf: a glassy, tailored American loose in a Europe that the film imagines as overrun, where migrants knife and rape almost as a matter of routine. That is the version the picture sells. The one........

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