The Devil's Mouth (2026)

Jeff Wadlow's The Devil's Mouth is a survival thriller with one objective: keep the audience submerged and short of breath. A group of college friends, led by Sara (Kathryn Newton), travel to Thailand for a graduation trip that concludes in a flooded cave system with a bull shark. The plotting is pure mechanism. Someone bleeds, the shark arrives, the group argues, someone dies. No thesis is pinned to the carnage. No lesson waits at the exit.

The cast is diverse in a way the film never stops to announce. Newton and Lana Condor anchor the story as two women whose friendship curdles under pressure, while Nico Hiraga, Gavin Casalegno, Tommi Rose, and Tayme Thapthimthong fill out the doomed ranks. Sara spends the runtime resisting Max's control, and the resolution is her freedom to take the job in New York she wanted all along. That reads as a character arc, not a platform. The Thai setting supplies caves, a guide, and scenery. It supplies nothing in the way of commentary. Wat exists to issue warnings and then to die.

The film's restraint deserves a mention. No environmental sermon about warming seas and bolder predators. No indictment of the tourists who bought their way into a dangerous place. No body-image subplot, no neurological revelation, no historical reclamation. The shark is a shark. The deaths are deaths. There is a certain integrity in a B-movie that simply wants to drown its characters and call it a night, and this one holds that line with grim consistency. Forty percent of critics approved. The cave does not care.