The take-no-prisoners pushback that follows is as preposterous as those one-man-against-the-world titles Chuck Norris made for Cannon Films in the 1980s, but it also has a widescreen heft and a B-movie brevity in its favour. Helander is plainly a nature boy outside the boardroom, setting his carnage against bleakly beautiful Finnish backdrops. Yet he supplements his greenness with a comic artist's compositional sense; the film's the work of a kid who went outside to do his drawings. Dynamic close-ups suggest panels from a summer-holiday edition of Victor or Boys' Own: there's some especially cherishable, Leone-ish business involving a noose slung over the sign of an abandoned filling station, and a nice, sniggering sight gag when a tank gun brusquely parts the canvas of a truck carrying townswomen towards an uncertain future. (Rest easy, nervous readers: the intruders get what's coming to them.) We're never too far from Inglourious Basterds - Helander encourages the comparison by deploying a familiar font for his chapter headings - but Sisu is an Inglourious Basterds that prefers action to words; cutting to the chase wherever possible, it gets on with its own premise, where Tarantino bogged down in his own voice.
A stall is set out with an early setpiece in which Aatami sees off an entire platoon singlehandedly; the most-discussed kill scene (repurposing a landmine as an especially lethal Frisbee) is tossed away inside half an hour; and even an expository flashback, revealing how and when our hero earned the nickname The Immortal, passes in the blink of an eye, tautly stitched into a film that proceeds in one more or less continual movement. At a time when even the dumb-as-nuts Fast & Furious movies feel it's their duty to orbit the Moon for the better part of three hours, this is a breath of fresh air, to say the least. A decade on, Sisu may be the first movie to have fully absorbed the narrative lesson of Mad Max: Fury Road, namely that there is cinematic value in going full pelt down a single straight line. Of course, it's also an exploitation movie made by someone eyeing a career for himself in international coproduction: that's why everyone on screen speaks English, why the hero's dog survives, and why the action never gets too grisly. (It is, still, a 15, and not an 18.) But Helander gets us into our seats, does for a shit tonne of Nazis in consistently entertaining fashion, and then gets us out again, somewhere between lightly tickled and broadly sated. At this point in time, it shouldn't need saying - but there is something to be said for this.
Sisu is now available to rent via Prime Video, and is released on DVD and Blu-ray through Sony Pictures Home Entertainment this Monday.
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