Weapons Movie Review

This movie is spooky, witchy, quick as hell, and smart enough to keep you strapped to the edge of your seat like a kid on their first carnival ride. Bad shit happens, but instead of crying into your couch pillow, you’re clutching your blanket like, “oh no, bitch… what’s next?”

The little boy? Absolute scene stealer. Kid carried more emotional weight than half of Hollywood. And Ruth-from-Ozark (fine, Julia Garner, but she’ll always be Ruth to me) showed up with her trademark sass, bite, and filthy mouth that makes you wanna fist-bump her for existing.

And then there’s Paul the cop. He’s simple, kinda dopey, but still the exact type of guy you’d text “you up?” at midnight when you’re three drinks deep and feeling reckless. Not a heartthrob, just… available, in a messy but oddly comforting way.

Quick PSA: Don’t go in thinking this movie’s about guns or a mass shooting. Despite the title, Weapons is really a creepy, witchy dive into grief and control, with just enough weirdness to make you laugh at the wrong moments.

Why 5/5? Because I saw nothing obviously wrong with it. Story made sense, never dragged, and kept me hooked without leaving me confused. I wasn’t left with questions, but I still wanted more. That’s rare. Just watch it.