Alexander Moss

The Cost (2022) is one of those films that just grabs you by the collar and drags you through the mud, whether you’re ready or not. Alexander Moss, yeah, he’s at the center of it—his name’s been popping up for a reason. The story? It’s not your run-of-the-mill revenge flick; it’s grittier, raw. Two guys, David and Aaron, set out to get justice for something that’s haunted them for years, and let’s just say, “justice” looks a lot messier in real life than in the movies. They take matters into their own hands, heading off the beaten path—literally, it’s like the Australian wilderness out there, and you can almost feel the dirt under your nails watching it. Things spiral, as they do, and suddenly the plan’s not so clear-cut. There’s guilt, there’s regret, there’s a whole lot of second-guessing, and the film doesn’t let up. The tension keeps ratcheting up, making you question who you’re rooting for. It’s one of those stories where nobody really gets out clean, and honestly, that’s what makes it stick with you. Moss doesn’t sugarcoat anything; he lets the ugliness of revenge and the messiness of human emotion play out in full view. The cinematography’s got this bleak, washed-out vibe that just adds to the whole feeling of hopelessness. By the end, you’re left wondering what you’d have done if you were in their shoes—if you’d even want to know.