Remember when you and the neighborhood kids would jump around the backyard picnic table pretending to be Indiana Jones or Han Solo or some other Harrison Ford-created mega-hero? You'd flip over the table semi-acrobatically as Cousin Pete would fake a massive punch to the chest and you'd go "Fwa-wa-wa-wa-waaaa!" as you fell backwards in slow motion, thereby capturing that cinematic poetry of hand-to-hand combat?Me? I never did that. The neighborhood kids would let me watch though.
It's that type of overly theatrical fisticuffs that I repeatedly thought of while watching Ravage. Here we have a shot-on-video action movie, a tale of brutal murder, white-hot revenge, and a whole lot of what looks like TV repairmen jumping over backyard picnic tables going "Thwap!" as they pretend to beat one another on the neck.
In between the farcical ballets of ungainly violence we're offered scene after scene of interminable dialogue delivered by actors so endearingly inept that you'll begin to sympathize with them.
Hats off to director Ronnie Sortor for aspiring to such potentially kinetic heights on a budget that could probably have bought two outdoor barbecues, but the sad truth is that Ravage looks exactly like a student film.But student films generally aren't released for mass consumption.