Onslaught (2026)
Directed by Adam Wingard
Adam Wingard's Onslaught arrives as a film that very much wants to be two things at once: a Roger Corman-flavored splatter exercise and a pointed political allegory about American militarism, fascism's long shadow, and the government's casual disposal of the veterans it creates.
Consciousness Markers
Adria Arjona, a Latina actress, headlines a major A24 action-horror film as a military veteran, a casting choice that was widely and explicitly discussed in promotional coverage. The film is self-conscious about this, with Arjona herself speaking publicly about the representation dimension of the role.
The film consciously frames its female protagonist's toughness as grounded in maternal exhaustion rather than invincible action-hero fantasy, a framing that critics noted as a deliberate subversion of hyper-masculine genre tropes. The contrast between Celeste and the mindless male super-soldiers is an explicit structural choice.
The opening credit montage explicitly traces a lineage from historical fascism into the American military establishment, and the villain is a former Nazi scientist operating comfortably within U.S. institutional structures. This is a pointed, if grindhouse-styled, act of historical revisionism.
The villain operates within the American military-industrial complex, and the film's opening montage traces connections between American institutional power and fascism. The protagonist's economic precarity, living in a trailer park while abandoned by the system she served, adds a class-conscious texture that is hard to miss.
Critics are divided on whether the film's political consciousness is integrated or merely decorative. The opening montage and the Nazi-in-the-Pentagon villain concept have a sermonizing quality, though the film largely buries its thesis under enough viscera that the lecture is muffled rather than sustained.
The casting of a Latina lead defending a working-class community from a villain embedded in the American military-industrial complex carries racial undertones that reviewers noted, though the film does not foreground racial identity as a named theme. The commentary is present but submerged beneath the genre machinery.
The protagonist's PTSD is a meaningful narrative element, framing her hypervigilance and isolation as consequences of military service and government abandonment. This stops short of a neurodivergence-as-identity framework but is not entirely absent.
A BDSM-inflected relationship between the Dan Stevens and Rebecca Hall characters generated commentary, but this reads as transgressive grindhouse provocation rather than earnest LGBTQ+ affirmation. No substantive queer identity themes are present.
No climate or environmental themes are present in the film's narrative, setting, or critical reception.
No body positivity themes are present. The film's treatment of bodies is largely concerned with their capacity for extreme violence.
Why it received this score
Adam Wingard's Onslaught arrives as a film that very much wants to be two things at once: a Roger Corman-flavored splatter exercise and a pointed political allegory about American militarism, fascism's long shadow, and the government's casual disposal of the veterans it creates. The film opens with a credit montage connecting historical fascism to American institutional power, which is the cinematic equivalent of handing the audience a syllabus before the first explosion. To Wingard's credit, he then proceeds to detonate things at a pace that makes the syllabus easy to forget.
The casting of Adria Arjona as Celeste, a PTSD-afflicted Latina Army veteran in a New Mexico trailer park, is the film's most legible social gesture, and it was received as such. Promotional discourse around the film leaned heavily on the representation dimension of her casting, with Arjona herself discussing the grounded physicality of playing a female military veteran navigating post-service abandonment. The contrast between her exhausted, maternal toughness and the hyper-masculine blankness of the engineered super-soldiers is a structural argument the film makes with some consistency. Whether that argument needed Dan Stevens playing a Nazi scientist with apparent BDSM proclivities is a question the film does not pause to consider.
The anti-capitalist and revisionist-history markers sit at a modest register here: present, deliberate, but ultimately subordinate to the film's primary interest in creative carnage. The military-industrial complex is the villain in a fairly literal sense, which is not a subtle position, but Onslaught delivers it with enough grindhouse sincerity that the sermonizing never fully takes over. A C CinemaScore and a $2.33 million opening weekend suggest that audiences found the political texture either too much or not enough. Both reactions are, in their way, understandable.
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Synopsis
When a rogue squad of genetically engineered super soldiers break loose in the desert, a badass Army sniper must unleash hell to protect her young daughter.