Fistful of Vengeance (2022)

Fistful of Vengeance is the kind of pulpy, jet-fueled martial-arts fantasy that knows exactly what you came for: Iko Uwais moving like a human storm, fights that snap and crackle with clean choreography, and a Bangkok backdrop that gives the whole thing a slick, neon-night vibe. It starts as a straight revenge chase and steadily leans into supernatural territory, blending fists, guns, and mystical powers with enough momentum that you don’t worry about the seams. The filmmaking really comes alive when the camera and editing stop merely recording the action and start dancing with it, building to a finale that delivers the big, crowd-pleasing payoff. It’s not for viewers who want deep character drama or who are put off by a notably graphic sex scene and moderate gore, but if you’re on the fence and craving a brisk Netflix action hit with a strong closing stretch, this one earns its runtime.

Fistful of Vengeance is trying to be a slick, supernatural globe-trotting revenge romp with martial-arts flair, and on paper that’s a perfectly fun lane. In practice, it plays like a rushed side-quest: the story and characters don’t get enough grounding to make the stakes land, and the pacing lurches from plot point to plot point like it’s checking boxes. Even the action—supposed to be the main draw—often feels over-edited, which blunts the impact and makes fights harder to read than they should be. If you’re here for coherent world-building and emotional payoff, you’ll likely be frustrated; if you just want a quick, flashy brawl with some fantasy spice and don’t mind a thin script (plus a notably graphic sex scene), you may still find it passable.