Critic Reviews

[An] unabashedly derivative but nonetheless entertaining, pitch-black Norwegian crime comedy.

Blood-spattered crime comedy benefits from whip-smart pacing and quirky Scandinavian attitude.

Jackpot feels more like Guy Ritchie than the Coen brothers. It revels in moronic violence, unleavened by playfulness or wit.

As an absurdist suspense film, Jackpot mostly hits its marks. As a comedy, it’s less successful, stronger on sight gags than on the detective’s sarcasm.

Certainly, a lot of blood is spilled in the name of laughs. There's only one problem with its broad attempts at grotesque comedy: Jackpot simply isn't funny.

Merely being violent and unpredictable does not make a film like Jackpot funny. Therein lies the biggest problem here.

Guy Ritchie may have creatively moved on from his Tarantino-inspired debut, but international crime cinema has not, as again evidenced by Magnus Martens's film.