Weaving comes alive as a hilarious and deeply macabre play on the "final girl" archetype, and it's nothing short of cathartic to cheer her on and echo the rage that quickly consumes and empowers her.

It's wildly entertaining and at a tight 90 minutes, it crackles with energy, never letting your attention waver.

Even by its own humble standards the plot is poorly worked out (a few lame attempts at social commentary criticising the rich are feeble in the extreme) and the dialogue is wretched.

The pleasures of Ready or Not include Weaving’s performance, the wittiness of Guy Busick and Christopher Murphy’s script, and the clockwork pacing.