Trying to explain my love for The Raid 2 is like trying to explain the meaning of life. Three years ago my husband dragged me to a cinema in Hawaii to see yet another Indonesian action film. Oh how wrong I was. From the moment I saw the incredible Iko Uwasis punch faster then the speed of sound I was hooked. All 101 minutes were like one emotionally charged fight sequence like nothing I had ever seen before. I have been counting down the days until the sequel aptly named Raid 2 hit the screens.
The Raid 2 tells the story of Rama (Iko Uwasis), a highly skilled cop. After barely surviving an epic run in with a ruthless crime boss Rama must now go undercover. Agreeing to be arrested to get close to Jakarta's biggest crime boss, Rama must fight his way to the top to protect his family and bring an end to a long crime war.
Every year the oscars give awards for best screenplay, best supporting actress but what about best fight scene choreography in a prison bathroom stall or best hammer to the face scene? It goes without saying that Raid 2 is brutally violent, but why can't others see the time, effort and skill level that goes into scenes like that. Each violent action has been carefully rehearsed and timed to perfection. There is an incredible scene involving rama and a low level gangster, ending with the gangster's face being melted on a hot plate. The camera does not cut away, and it is not overly gory, it's more the sound and facial expression on the man that makes you understand just how sick of everything Rama is by this point. I enjoy films that show the true impact of a punch rather then glossing it over like modern Hollywood films do. Isn't it better to teach people that punching someone may result in a broken eye socket not a cut away scene?
Each and every fight scene is different. I felt my heart racing as the bolts are shaken off the prison toilet door to reveal every single inmate running towards Rama. As he fights through each inmate with such speed and ferocity you start to notice those around him are not waiting around to fight, they are already in there punching their way towards him. From jaw snapping mud brawls, hammer welding women on packed subway carriages; to brawls in the back seat of a moving vehicle each scene had me on the edge of my seat.