Braven Movie Review
Listening to your critic friends can be a dangerous proposition, especially when it comes to films you haven’t heard of. Without their insistence, I never would have watched Brawl in Cell Block 99—and that was pretty badass. Then again, without their insistence, I never would have watched Braven—a movie that, based on their insistence, I assumed was the next Brawl—and that would have been just fine with me.
Braven stars Jason Momoa, a big dude who has had a few big roles but is still at that place in his career where you’d expect him to primarily carry On Demand-quality movies, and Braven is exactly that: a movie that, for good reason, went direct to On Demand (this week, it’s finally coming to Blu-ray release).
Momoa is fine in the lead, though frankly you could have thrown just about anyone who is not Kevin Hart into the role and seen similar results. Braven is your generic quasi-action movie, in which a family man—and his father (Stephen Lang), who is suffering from early dementia to give the story more depth or something—battle a group of drug dealers who have stashed a shipment in their winter cabin.
At only 93 minutes, Braven is a quick ride, though the first half is a surprisingly slow boil affair. Once the mayhem begins, the movie picks up, but the action and suspense is all pretty rudimentary and uninspiring. It’s mildly entertaining, but there’s nothing particularly memorable about anything that happens.
Braven has its moments and those looking for a straightforward, old-school action flick could do worse, but there’s a reason this film didn’t get a major theatrical release.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.