Film Review: The Raid
Set in Indonesia and from Welsh director Gareth Evans, The Raid has seemingly come out of nowhere to be one of the most purely enjoyable films of the year. A throwback to classic martial arts films, The Raid is ten minutes of back-story to over 60 minutes of combat. Punches, kicks, guns, knives; there is no weapon expended. Meanwhile, the brutality is off the charts, with exploding fridges, snapped necks and knifes to limbs.
The Raid doesn’t aim to achieve more than being a perfect Saturday night film, and so, really, it can be called nothing but a glorious success. If you’re after brilliant acting, drama and emotion, it’s time to look elsewhere. For the rest of us, it’s simply a glorious Saturday night film, with innovative action, jaw dropping fight sequences and some of the simplest thrills of the year.
When The Artist came out, everybody said “Don’t make another silent film”; it’s refreshing simplicity and nostalgia was outstanding once, but anymore would be to ruin the novelty. This is how I feel about The Raid; if I see anymore wall to wall, throwback action films come out, I will likely hate them all. On its own, however, The Raid is the most fun I’ve had watching a film in a long time.
By Harry Ford