Sophie Thatcher
Elle

When a mysterious mist engulfs a futuristic metropolis, unleashing a deadly and elusive entity, a troubled young woman searches for her father. Her quest collides with an American GI on a harrowing odyssey to rescue his daughter from Hell.
I’ve seen Her Private Hell twice now, and both times I left the theater with the same unsettling feeling: not fear, exactly, but the creeping suspicion that I’d just witnessed something both brilliant and broken, like a beautiful machine designed to dismantle itself. Nicolas Winding Refn’s latest is a film that dares you to look away—and then punishes you for doing so. It’s a neon-drenched nightmare, a sci-fi slasher dressed in the trappings of film noir, and a revenge fantasy that refuses to deliver the catharsis we’ve been conditioned to expect.
In other words, it’s pure Refn: gorgeous, glacial, and utterly indifferent to whether you like it.

The plot, such as it is, follows Sophie Thatcher’s character—a young woman whose name we never learn—as she searches for her missing father in a city swallowed by a mysterious mist. Along the way, she crosses paths with Charles Melton’s American GI, who’s on his own desperate quest to rescue his daughter from what the film calls "Hell." But Her Private Hell isn’t really about the search.
It’s about the texture of dread, the way fear clings to skin like humidity, the way a city can feel alive and malevolent at the same time. Refn has always been a director obsessed with surfaces—the gleam of a knife, the sheen of sweat, the way neon reflects off wet pavement—and here, he turns those surfaces into a kind of prison. The mist isn’t just a plot device; it’s a metaphor for the film’s own opacity, a fog that obscures as much as it reveals.
That opacity is both the film’s greatest strength and its most frustrating flaw. Refn has never been interested in traditional storytelling, and Her Private Hell is no exception. Scenes unfold with a dreamlike logic, characters speak in riddles, and the rules of this world are never fully explained.
(Is the mist a supernatural force? A government experiment? A metaphor for grief?
The film doesn’t care to tell us.) For some viewers, this will feel like a bold rejection of convention. For others, it’ll feel like being trapped in a maze with no exit. I vacillated between the two reactions, sometimes within the same scene.
"A visually striking but divisive sci-fi horror that polarizes with its slow-burn dread and unsettling atmosphere."
Viewers praise the film’s haunting visuals and Nicolas Winding Refn’s signature stylistic boldness, which create an immersive, nightmarish world. However, many find the pacing glacial and the narrative opaque, leaving them frustrated by the lack of clear payoff or emotional engagement. The performances, particularly Sophie Thatcher’s, are often highlighted as standouts, but the overall experience feels more like an art installation than a cohesive story.
Nicolas Winding Refn is back—and so is his signature blend of sex, violence, and neon-drenched dread. Her Private Hell (2026), the Danish auteur’s first feature in a decade since The Neon Demon, premiered at Cannes this year, marking a divisive but undeniably bold return to form. Starring Sophie Thatcher and Charles Melton, the film promises to be a sci-fi horror thriller that leans hard into Refn’s obsession with stylized brutality and existential unease.
Refn’s last directorial effort, The Neon Demon (2016), polarized audiences with its icy, hyper-stylized take on Hollywood’s dark side. Now, Her Private Hell arrives as his follow-up, co-written with Esti Giordani and described as a "nostalgic horror thriller" . The film’s Cannes premiere was met with mixed reactions, with critics noting Refn’s familiar visual trademarks—leather, neon, and unflinching violence—though some argued they’ve been deployed more effectively in his past work
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Sophie Thatcher, who leads the cast, spoke to Variety about the experience, calling it a "dream" to work with Refn and hinting at the film’s European influences. "I’ve always wanted to do more European movies," she said, suggesting Her Private Hell might lean into the director’s Scandinavian roots while still delivering his signature transgressive edge .
The ensemble includes a mix of rising stars and Refn regulars:
Refn’s films are notorious for their grueling shoots, and Her Private Hell appears no different. While no on-set meltdowns have surfaced (yet), the director’s reputation for demanding perfection—paired with his penchant for extreme imagery—suggests a production that tested its cast and crew .
Details about Her Private Hell’s narrative remain tightly guarded, but the film is classified as a "science fiction horror thriller" [1]. Given Refn’s filmography, expect a slow-burn descent into madness, possibly set against a dystopian or surreal backdrop. The title itself—shared with a 1968 British sexploitation film—hints at themes of exploitation, isolation, or psychological torment .
Critics who’ve seen the Cannes cut describe it as a "pastiche" of Refn’s earlier work, with The Hollywood Reporter calling it "agonizing" in the best (or worst) way [2]. Roger Ebert’s review (published under the site’s name, though not by the late critic) notes the film’s reliance on Refn’s visual trademarks but questions whether they feel recycled [4].
Refn’s films have always been polarizing, and Her Private Hell seems destined to follow that trend. Fans will likely celebrate its uncompromising style, while detractors may dismiss it as self-indulgent. Either way, the film cements Refn’s status as a filmmaker who refuses to soften his edge—even after a decade away from features.
For now, Her Private Hell remains a Cannes curiosity, with wider release details still unannounced. If the trailer drops, expect a barrage of neon, leather, and screams.
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