That’s how Cold Storage announces itself, with the confidence of a movie that knows exactly what kind of ride it’s about to take you on. From that pulpy, deadpan setup, the film barrels forward like a runaway forklift in a self-storage facility built on top of humanity’s worst idea. As the facility becomes a labyrinthine death trap, the pair are forced into an uneasy alliance with a grizzled bioterror operative (Liam Neeson) who knows exactly how bad this can get. Cold Storage knows it’s not reinventing the wheel – it’s liquefying it, mutating it, and throwing it at your face. Gross, goofy, and gleefully unhinged, Cold Storage is exactly what it promises to be: a wild night at the movies where science goes wrong, people panic, and extinction has never looked this entertaining.