Carpenter have you passed thru this night? I think you have. That truck in flames speeding down that intersection. The 50.cal guy with a Hostel butcher's apron. The Killzone-like army. The serial-killer masks. The Haves purging with the poor, the Have Nots rebelling and sticking together like a family.
Before writting this I checked: a third movie is planned, but it will be a prequel. Maybe that will give some meaning to it all. Because after seeing the second, my first reaction was (and still is), there was no need for it. But I checked for plans for a third because for this to work I see 2 options: a one piece hit in the stomach like Funny Games, or a "lighter" dystopian entertainment three piece like The Matrix.
This cool concept makes for endless possibilities, yet director DeMonaco squanders each and every one and is left with a mindless, hollow story that boasts it is some sort of commentary. If you're (allegedly) creating a brutally violent allegory about American culture and gun fanaticism, you ought to swap some of the grisly gore for at least a moment of thoughtfulness. Overall, a rather tepid affair.
More thoughtful and imaginative than most horror films. The way the rich and privileged buy, sell and traffic the weak is almost as creepy as the glitzy freakshow their victims are used to construct. Good performances and a gritty vision more than make up for typical genre contrivances.
Despite (or maybe because of? I still haven't quite figured that out) the ludicrous premise, cornball dialogue, litany of hoary cliches and rampant Deus ex Machinas, The Purge still courses with an urgent grindhouse goofball spirit that keeps it legitimately thrilling and entertaining. Rocket powered garbage that knows exactly what it is and loves every minute of it.