Rob Grant

Rob Grant’s filmography is a wild little roller coaster for anyone into dark, off-kilter indie cinema. Yesterday (2009) isn’t your typical feel-good flick—it messes with memory, guilt, and those awkward what-if scenarios that haunt you at 2 a.m. The story chases its main character through a waking nightmare, where past choices don’t just linger—they bite. Grant’s direction keeps it claustrophobic and tense, like you’re trapped right in that sticky dilemma too. Fast forward to Desolate (2013), and things get even grittier. Set in a bleak, post-apocalyptic wasteland, the film doesn’t pull any punches. It’s harsh, dirty, and kind of gorgeous in its own ruined way. Survival’s the name of the game, but it’s not just about dodging danger—it’s about the ugly stuff people do when the world falls apart. No sugarcoating, just raw desperation and the occasional flicker of hope. Grant has a knack for making you root for characters even when they’re doing sketchy stuff. Then there’s Alive (2018), which goes all-in on psychological horror. Two strangers wake up in a hospital with zero clue who they are or how they got there. It spirals fast—twists, betrayals, and a villain who’s just as fascinating as he is terrifying. It’ll mess with your head, and that’s kind of the point. Grant doesn’t let you get comfortable; he pushes boundaries, plays with expectations, and delivers stories that stick with you long after the credits roll.