Director: Ernesto Diaz Espinoza
This Chilean martial arts thriller succeeds because Marko Zaror (perhaps you remember him from Machete Kills) is an incredible fighter, his kickboxing in particular. It’s a convoluted storyline in which a former gang hitman has become the titular servant to making things good – forced, in his past life, to destroy almost every vestige of himself (to kill his pregnant wife, and left for dead in the desert) he is a Russian Roulette gun-spinner who will now exact a type of vigilante revenge forcing the bad guys to repent or be destroyed.
Mindless action, then.
As a piece of filmmaking it’s stylish but ludicrous. You know that wonderful (and absurd) fight sequence from They Live. This is like an updated version of that. In that the fight sequences are excuses, nothing more. Simply a chance to show off chops.
Many martial arts films play out this way of course. I stuck with this because of Zaror’s formidable skill and some dizzying sequences.
But it’s 90 minutes that barely makes sense. Still you’ll get your kicks from the, er, kicks…