Adapted from a short story by Jo Nesbo, this sun-drenched Mediterranean noir pushes hard-boiled menace and private eye diffidence to a tiring degree, but it lacks for a decent plot and even a hint of intrigue.

The director, Philippe Lacôte, does an okay job of unfurling the story, yet somehow it all lacks… heat. Maybe that’s because he wants the dots he’s connecting to be sentimental.

Killer Heat will not go down as the worst Nesbø adaptation out there but it will definitely be the most forgettable.

Shailene Woodley is a highlight, and it’s a shame she didn’t get more screen time at the expense of Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s uninspired detective, Nick Bali, who should sooner be in therapy than on our screens.