Eigil Hensen

Eigil Hensen’s Cleaner (2025) is basically a wild ride through the messiest corners of modern city life—and I’m not talking about literal dirt, though there’s plenty of that too. The story chases after Jonas, a guy who works as a so-called “cleaner” but, yeah, not in the vacuuming-your-apartment sense. He’s the guy you call when things get seriously ugly and you need a mess—of the criminal sort—taken care of, no questions asked. He’s quiet, keeps his head down, but you can tell there’s all this tension simmering under the surface, like he’s one bad day away from snapping. Things go sideways fast when Jonas gets mixed up in a job that’s way above his pay grade. He’s supposed to erase evidence for some shady politician, but then, boom—he finds out the mess is bigger and darker than he ever signed up for. Suddenly, the hunter’s being hunted, and everyone from mobsters to crooked cops wants a piece of him. The way the city’s shot? Gritty as hell, all neon lights and rain-slicked streets—kind of like if Blade Runner met Scandinavian noir. Amidst the chaos, Jonas stumbles across a woman who’s tangled up in this disaster too, and they’re forced to team up just to survive the night. The movie’s got this pulsing energy, like you’re always waiting for something to explode. It’s not just another crime thriller; Cleaner’s got real stakes and a weirdly relatable main guy who’s just trying to get through the night in one piece.