The Ain't Rights are a struggling punk band touring the Pacific Northwest in a beaten-up van. Desperate for cash, they accept a gig at an isolated bar run by white supremacists. They even open with a song insulting Nazis. After their set, bassist Pat (Anton Yelchin) walks back into the green room and sees something he should not have.
From there, the film becomes a tense, claustrophobic standoff. The band is locked in a tiny room with a gun, a witness and no plan, while outside, the bar's owner Darcy (Patrick Stewart) calmly organises their deaths. Stewart is chilling: quiet, reasonable and utterly ruthless.
Saulnier's violence is sudden, ugly and realistic. Nobody is a hero, and every mistake has painful consequences. The tension is relentless, and the film never feels like it is cheating.
It is extremely gory, and some characters are thin. But Green Room is one of the most gripping thrillers of its decade, a punk rock nightmare with a pulse-pounding beat.











