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Ultimately, this film pirouettes elegantly on the surface but stumbles where the narrative heart should beat strongest. It’s a cinematic recital that, while skillfully orchestrated, fails to hit the truly resonant notes expected from a story of vengeance and identity.
That was actually the most realistic part. Everything else was a bit less so. The fight is only possible with Hollywood unreal bravery, they grossly undermine the scariness of heat and smoke. I get that they were mostly murderous psychopaths, but fear of fire is very primal. Even in war flamethrowers were mostly to create area denial to flush troops out of entrenched positions. Fighting flame against flame is guaranteed mutual suicide.