The plot is fine. The standard basis for revenge is elevated by the community icon whose brutal murder starts the ball rolling. Her avenging angels are nobly motivated, and led by a classic antihero hero. The bad guys collectively possess all the political and financial corruption one expects, plus the toughest among them reeking of pure psycho sadism.
But somewhere between the director and editor the production went awry. Too many closeups on faces, even during action sequences, that killed the essential context for what we're seeing. In a gun battle we should be able to tell who's shooting whom, and where the shots are coming from. They failed badly on that element. Fast cuts during fights weakened the impact of those moments.
Those who don't need English subtitles were lucky to enjoy much better dialog than I got watching on Netflix. I'm used to deficiencies in translations from Indian cinema, but this gave us a much larger gap between what characters must have been saying and what I was reading. How hard can it be to find fully bilingual people to do these gigs properly? Hack jobs like this are an insult to the hard work of all the writers, actors and crew who delivered a better film than I was able to experience.
