6/100 (Aq gerizekalıları. Bu filmi çekenin de, bu filme 3,6 ortalama verenin de taaaa. Nolur ama nolur artık Realiteden kopmayın ya. Filmi kahkahalarla izleyebildim. Başka türlü çekilecek çile değil. Saçmalamanın bile bir mantığı olur. Film boyunca 10 bin yumruk-tekme yiyip koşabilen bir insan var. Ne diyeyim daha. Abartı yok cidden 10 bin yumruk.)
The film is filled with stock characters and the plot is threadbare. However, in some ways it is almost like an ideal existential action movie. These Everyman characters have to fight their way up and around a space they don't want to be in but can't escape. Architecture is destiny. Hell is other people. Self-definition only comes in the specifics of the violence you can't stop inflicting. Genet might dig it.
Life and bullets are cheap in Jakarta. Yes, it’s senseless and nihilistic mayhem, but it’s surprisingly entertaining because you’re focused on those high-speed legs and arms doing all those fancy things. Well, you do feel something for the hero, wife being pregnant and all, and perhaps so do the bad guys as well, because they're always queuing so orderly to get their asses beaten. Lizard brain says thanks.
The purest action film ever? It never gets bogged down by any traditional narrative elements-- there's nadir in story and about a logline of plot here--but it often moves like a freight train, with some of the best fight choreography ever, and Director Gareth Evans knows precisely when to let it loosen to build suspense. The Raid is unafraid to be ultraviolent and gleefully in bad taste. It's undiluted badassness.