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The Raid 2: Violent Sequel to Surprise Action Hit
It was the magnificently choreographed fighting sequences and its unapologetic approach to violence that made Gareth Evans' 2011 The Raid: Redemption a breakthrough hit and it sure looks like that The Raid 2 - the sequel to the deliciously fierce Jakarta-based thriller - will have no problem in keeping the momentum alive.
The Raid 2 picks up hours after the events of the first film which finds Rama (Uwais) - the sole surviving member of the elite squad responsible for uncovering evidence on dirty cops and taking down the forty-story compound run by Jakarta's crime-lord – with an opportunity to dig deeper into the rampant corruption.
However, getting there is no easy task and if he is ever to gain access into Indonesia's criminal underworld, he must go undercover and into prison, where he is to earn the trust of Uco (Putra); the son of a mob kingpin, Bangun (Pakusadewo). With a number of people on his tail – from street mobsters to the corrupt officials he helped expose – Rama has no choice but to accept and after four gruelling years infiltrating the system, he finally manages to get in.
Upon their joint release, Rama becomes one of Bangun's trusted enforcers and soon witnesses the troubles between the overindulged Uco and his controlling father; but the real worry comes with the arrival of Bejo (Abbadi); the leader of the rival Japanese gang whose sole aim is to take control of the city's underworld.
The Raid 2 is definitely not for the squeamish or for the faint of heart, but if you are a die-hard action fan then you will find plenty to love about Evans' latest effort. With plenty of broken bones, blood and bullets, the violence is unrelenting and very little is held back in terms brutality and carnage. The fighting sequences are aplenty –perhaps even a little excessive – but they are all captivating and exceptionally fascinating to watch.
Although still as hypnotising and captivating as its predecessor, The Raid 2 suffers from an overly long running time – one hundred and fifty minutes to be exact – and the narrative, whose simplicity was one of shining factors of the first film – now just seems heaped and overcomplicated. There are too many faces and names to keep up with and it takes a while before the plot finds its foothold; Uwais, the real-life Indonesian martial-arts champion, returns to play Rama and once more demonstrates amazing skills, while Putra – as the spoiled son desperate to break away from his father's shackles – steals the show.
In the end, The Raid 2 makes for a fine sequel and although its storyline may be a little convoluted at times, Evans' brilliant and gracefully composed action sequences make up for any of the film's shortcomings.
What can you say about the seemingly unstoppable force that is Nicolas Cage that hasn’t been said before? A magnet for the most troubled, muddled and just generally exasperating films to hit cinemas in the last five years, his latest work in USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage does nothing to change his fortunes.
Despite being based on one a true story that has all the makings of a war epic, the Mario Van Peebles-directed USS Indianapolis bleeds all and any gravitas and emotion out of its incredibly dramatic source material.
The story goes as thus: the eponymous US Navy cruiser delivered the first parts of the atomic bomb that would go on to devastate Hiroshima, before being torpedoed by the Japanese navy, leaving some 300 of the 1000-plus crewmen dead and the rest stranded in shark-infested waters. Said sharks, along with dehydration and salt water poisoning, leave just over 300 survivors to be rescued.
At the centre of the ensuing hubbub is Cage’s Captain McVay, who many, very unreasonably, blame for the death of the 700 or so victims – so you see, it’s a very complex story, but one that very quickly descend into and exercise on how not to make a war film.
The occasional laughable CGI aside, Cage is oddly sedate, bordering on placid, in his role – yes, the central character is possibly the flattest element of the film, while seasoned actors, Tom Sizemore and Thomas Jane, are given little to chew on in their respective roles.
While starting exactly as one would expect a war film to, the wreckage part of the film turns into cheap disaster movie, before turning into a courtroom drama in the final act. It’s a muddle of a film that fails to really drum to the beat of McVay’s potentially brilliant arc as a firm commander that eventually buckles under the unjust pressure he receives back at home.
Bad CGI, a mammoth two hour-plus running time and Nic Cage can be forgiven, but what’s at the heart of this film’s mess is the script. Jumping from event to event, plotline to plotline, at a whim, with Cage’s soft murmured speech used to pave over the transitions, USS Indianapolis’s pacing is that of a film hurrying to stuff as many ideas and threads as possible – expect that’s not the case. Van Peebles tries so hard to build the layers of an epic, when, actually, all he needed to do was tell this simple but stirring story as it is.
As an exploration of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in the military, Dito Montiel’s Man Down is a muddled story that’s pretty challenging to sit through. Though on paper there’s plenty of potential depth in this particular effect of war – and a solid cast at its disposable – the film descends into military-movie clichés, while not really keeping up with its complex set-up.
The movie to take place over four separate time periods and opens with U.S Marine Gabriel Drummer (LeBeouf) and his military buddy, Devin Roberts (Courtney), making their way through a vast and seemingly wasted American landscape which appears to have been destroyed by a chemical attack. On the look-out for survivors, the pair is hoping to find Drummer’s son, Jonathan (Shotwell), whom he believes has been kidnapped.
Before the audience gets a chance to find out what is really going in, the story flashes back to another time period where a seemingly distraught Drummer is being interviewed by Counselor Peyton (Oldman) about an ‘incident’ that occurred on the battlefield in Afghanistan. Moving on to yet to another period, we also get to see the story of Drummer and Roberts during their Marine Corps training at Camp Lejeune before, eventually, cutting to the story of Drummer’s life at home with wife, Natalie (Mara) and their son.
Taking on several narrative threads without really knowing where to take them, let alone how to put them back together, is one of Man Down’s major issues. Used to give some kind of visual interpretation of PTSD, the movie’s choppy editing is ineffective and comes across as a messy, superficial tool.
Clocking in at precisely ninety minutes, Man Down is a relatively short film but, thanks to the overworked script and slow pace, it takes forever for any of the stories to build into something bigger.
Working its way through a series of military clichés, the story works best when it is focused on digging into Drummer’s fractured mind, with the conversation between him and his counsellor – played by the seemingly wasted talent of one Gary Oldman – serving to be one of the movie’s best elements. LeBeouf is convincing as a troubled soldier desperately trying not to sink deeper into madness and his commitment to the role is commendable, making it all that more frustrating to see that the script itself is so lacking.