How to Make a Killing | Film Review
Released February 20, 2026
Inheritance Is a Hell of a Drug
How to Make a Killing is what happens when a movie looks morality dead in the eyes, winks, and steals its wallet. Glen Powell stars as a man living in the financial shadow of his own family, knowing exactly what his life “should have been” if one cruel old decision hadn’t rerouted the inheritance pipeline. His mother gets cut out of the fortune, the cousins grow up rich like it’s their natural habitat, and he’s left working as a late-30s clothier in Manhattan, selling expensive clothes to people like his family.
It’s an oddly specific pain, one that I personally experienced with my wealthy father, and the movie nails the premise with enough truth to make the comedy black as night. Because when the setup is real, the fantasy of revenge doesn’t need to be deep. It just needs to be cathartic.
And catharsis is what this movie delivers, in the most gleefully irresponsible way possible. Powell’s character starts killing off family members to reclaim the fortune, and the joke is how easy it is. His first kill requires the actual work of renting a jet ski. After that, the murders become almost absurdly casual: a few drops of poison, a planted explosion, a spa day with a complimentary teeth whitening tray. He drifts in and out of people’s lives with a grin, does something unspeakable, and strolls away like he just returned a sweater.
And here’s the audacious part: the movie refuses to punish him. It’s a success story. The moral is, “Sometimes the bad guy wins just because he looks like Tom Cruise.”
And the ending commits to the bit in a way that feels perfectly calibrated for the current cultural mood: crime pays, charisma pays more, and consequences are for people without good lawyers. He gets framed for a murder and blackmailed at the end of the movie by his impossibly hot childhood girlfriend, she gets the inheritance, and then they ride off together in a chauffeured Rolls Royce like they just closed on a beach house.
Two things hold it back from being an all-time classic. For a movie set among wealthy people and glamorous settings, it’s underlit, like the production team couldn’t afford a few hundred grand of extra lighting rigs. And the casting at the end: Ed Harris is cast as Glen’s grandpa, but he only reads about 25 years older than our smirking antihero, so it plays as a father/son showdown instead of a real dynastic struggle.
Still, those are small dents in a very shiny car. How to Make a Killing is light, clever, and surprisingly satisfying: a dark inheritance story told with a grin so big it practically dares you to judge it. I didn’t. I laughed a lot.