John Kerr

John Kerr’s filmography is a weird little time capsule of stuff you’d probably only catch if you’re half-lost down a streaming rabbit hole at 2am. He pops up in The Thicket (2024), which is this gritty, kind-of-messed-up western that’s not afraid to get its hands dirty. Think outlaws, revenge, and a whole mess of gray morals. John’s performance? Not your usual cardboard cutout “tough guy”—he brings a twitchy desperation, the kind that makes you feel like maybe his character hasn’t slept in a week, and for good reason. You almost root for the guy, even when you know you shouldn’t. Then there’s My Life with the Walter Boys (2023). Total 180. Instead of dust and danger, you’ve got teen drama dialed up to eleven. Kerr doesn’t just fade into the background here. He’s got this knack for making even the smallest moments land, whether he’s awkwardly navigating high school nonsense or dealing with, you know, actual feelings (gasp). It’s low-key impressive how he flips the switch between tough-as-nails and “just trying to survive high school.” Roll it back to The Smalls: Forever Is a Long Time (2015), and you’ve got this indie vibe. Kerr’s role is less flash, more substance—he leans into the raw, unpolished side of things. It’s not about big speeches or cheesy drama; it’s more about the weird, quiet moments that stick with you after the credits roll. All told, Kerr’s got range for days. He’s the guy you don’t expect to steal the scene, but then he does, and you’re left wondering where he’s been hiding all this time.