FUCKING LEAP YEARS! GODAMMIT!!
New Jack City on acid.
An elite SWAT team is sent into a Jakarta slum tower block to arrest the gang leader who has turned it into his own private feifdom. Unfortunately for them, all the residents are armed and share a dislike of the police. As the cops are picked off, rookie officer Rama is left to fight his way in and back out again with whatever weapons he can get. Asskicking ensues.
The first shot of The Raid is a ticking watch, and from that moment on the tone is set. Written and directed by Welshman Gareth Evans, thus film sets a new standard for brutal, bonecrushing, relentless mayhem. If someone created a mathematical formula to design the perfect action movie, the result would probably look a lot like this.
The Raid proves that very few genres cross a language barrier better than the martial arts flick, though in this case technically the subtitles were written first! If there is any justice in the world, this film will do for silat what Enter The Dragon did for kung fu. Of course it has been said of countless other actors since the early seventies, but with his boyish good looks and truly awesome fighting ability, Iko Uwais could be the next generation’s Bruce Lee. This was only Uwais’ second film after Evans discovered him while shooting a documentary about the art of silat and cast him as the lead in Merantau, but he already has a presence that makes him stand out in a cast of lookalike cops in SWAT helmets.
As an editor, Evans is more in tune with the rhythms of the fights themselves than most western filmmakers. This results in fights that are exceptionally fluid and dynamic, relying on the punches and kicks themselves to keep the pulse instead of using random, flashy cuts. He’s helped out no end by the score from Linkin Park’s Mike Shinoda and Joseph Trapanese (Tron Legacy).
At this point I would normally complain about flaws in the script or the acting, or gaps in the logic of a film. I’m not gonna do that today. If you want to hear moaning about The Raid, then you’ve come to the wrong place. This flick just hits all of my buttons. Any movie that lists 14 doctors and four massage therapists in the credits just can’t lose. It also comes with the best blu-ray bonus feature ever: a three-minute remake of the movie done with stop-motion Plasticine cats. I shit you not.
And on that bombshell, 5-Word 365 is done. A new movie reviewed for every day of the year sounded like a good idea back in January but it won’t be happening again. I’m taking tomorrow off. And for those of you that are interested, yes; I’m going to the movies. Really though, what the fuck else am I going to do?