200 Degrees (2017) Reviews

• Perfect phone advertisement

  pelin-syilmaz2017-06-13

  This movie is not a waste of time but can't win bronze medal either. Starts like it might be a new taste in "kidnepped and will be tortured till we finally learn why" movie, then it ends like a really bad theatre scene played by their family members. The end is way beyond bad. And the end throws the rest of the movie in to a trash bin. But! But it would make a great phone and phone network advertisement. I would definitely buy that phone. Damn.

• Just Ridiculous

  lizafox-593382018-02-13

  The whole thing is just so very bad. The acting is bad. The script is bad. The twists are bad. The end is bad. It's completely unrealistic - how did the guy's cell phone work so well in this metal room and in the intense heat (I've left my phone in a hot car for all of 30 minutes and it shuts itself down). It's just bad. There's really no mystery as to "why" this guy is in the situation he's in. He's clearly an enormous a-hole. So you're not kept on the edge of your seat wondering why. There's really no mystery as to "who." I don't know if it was bad acting or an intentional attempt to give the viewer a hint, but it was painfully obvious from the very beginning. No wonder the main character was able to figure it out on his own. Why the guy's coworker gets wrapped up in this mess is beyond me. Guilty by association, I guess? At least there was a reason for wanting to kill the main character, even if it was the dumbest of all motivations, but I can't for the life of me figure out why the antagonist decided to do away with the coworker as well. I guess it at least held my attention for an hour and a half while I let my restless newborn sleep on my chest in the middle of the night. But that's about all this nonsense is good for.

• Derivative unimaginative rubbish

  henferdeline2017-06-11

  Read above: S P O I L E R S This is the whole story: guy (Ryan Hinds) wakes up shackled to a chair in an iron room that turns out to be an oven. His distraught, grief- stricken policeman brother (John) locked him there to milk him out of his money. After all, John's boy died of cancer because he was unable to tell Ryan that's why he needed money. So, it is Ryan's fault, of course. The room is metal. It has a very large electrical heating set hanging from the ceiling, a submarine-like door, a reinforced glass spy window and ventilation that can be turned open or shut. Ryan is something of a stock broker. The type Hollywood loves to demonize. He was at a party with his partner and 2 prostitutes (obviously...) at which both were severally abducted and taken to the oven rooms (one for each of them). The partner calls Ryan to ask for help as the heat in his oven gets turned on. We listen as he crisply dies. Then John, voice disguised by a modulator, demands one million dollars. The oven is made of iron. There's no way one could get a good signal in there - and Ryan should know it. However, there's a strong signal available, so Ryan calls his brother John on his iPhone7. Ryan doesn't know his whereabouts and, it seems, he also doesn't know how to find it through any maps app..... Oh....wait....John is in the precinct? Then how can he be talking to Ryan at the oven rooms warehouse? Simple! His good wife AND Ryan's own wife are there lending a helping hand....and killing Ryan's partner in the process. Well, left with no alternatives, Ryan starts transferring all his money to his captor's account. Including money from his dying father's health insurance. And conning the most of it from his clients. All through the phone. All at a moment's notice. And all with instant transfers. Ryan has such nice and gullible clients! When he is finished and the captor demands more, you can imagine poor Ryan's surprise....well, it turns out that the captor knows that Ryan has a 4 million stash in a different bank. They also know the account number and the password! So, Ryan goes on and obliges the captor - after all, it either that or going roast.... Then they finally let him out and expose the charade. John's wife, not contented with the money, also shoots Ryan's wife. And only then notices that the money has been taken back.... John notices things have gone south in a bad way. So, the logical decision is to shoot his own wife and try to make amends with Ryan. Ryan then manages (we don't see how but, at this point, who cares?) to get all the bodies and his brother locked into his old oven. He turns on the medium heat and leaves everybody to slow cooking as he walks away into the credits...... Seriously, go watch anything else.....

• This movie sucks

  devoogdlaurens2018-05-04

  Anyone else bothered that he didn't try to call 911 right away? it's just ridiculous that he has a phone but doesn't use it at all.

• Not Hot Enough

  dariuslanghoff2017-08-19

  I like minimalist motion pictures. This appears to be one of such a kind: one man, one room, a few other voices. A man, a broker, is locked up in an oven for a reason unknown, but a menacing voice demands from him one million dollars unless he becomes an overcooked tart. He does not have such the sum but is given time to find and transfer it. The man is not incommunicado - he has a phone and can call whoever he wants which includes his brother a cop, his mother, his business partners. What strikes the viewer during his phone talks is the tone of the voice of his interlocutors: strangely detached and disinterested, although help is offered. All hinged on what and how would be constructed on the basis of a not-too-original premise. Devilish disembodied voice taxing the trapped anti-hero, foreboding music created some tension and mysterious atmosphere. Unluckily, about 45 minutes into the movie the script runs out of ideas and sees no direction where it should go. The phone exchanges become sillier and sillier and even the "voice" veers from one unsubstantial comment to another. I guessed the ending half way through the film - the hero's family has arranged that whole ordeal for him - and I was wishing I would be proved wrong because then this might be something not quite worthless. But I was right and there the laughable closing coda disintegrates whatever of value was presented earlier. However, there is a little twist at the end: don't swindle a swindler.