Never Back Down

Formulaic and derivative, but sufficiently well made to work as both teen-angst melodrama and bone-rattling brawl picture.

A modest surprise: better acted than needed, better made than expected.

A junior version of "Fight Club," only with no movie stars and different moves.

Director Jeff Wadlow and screenwriter Chris Hauty are so committed to following through on the "Karate Kid" formula that they don't care for novelty; it's enough for them just to hit their cues and play up the slo-mo MMA brutality. In the future, movies this derivative will be made by robots.

About as bland, predictable, and self-important as you’d expect.

Reprehensible.

Sitting through this is groan-inducing enough, but it's spiritually depressing to watch Djimon Hounsou, who deserves better.

Sorry for the translation. Ok, by now on the merits. I feel a strong sense of sadness when I read reviews of films classified by not lovers like that "useless, barren, arid, money thrown away, but stupid, like so ..." and so on. The bitterness then turns into sadness when I hear and see film experts, on television, expressing distaste with sarcasm, maybe even embarrassed about putting something on that particular film has to say. Personally, I am convinced that no film, admitted to public viewing, can be scored with the words used by Jake Tyler, "useless junk, useless junk. I think this an extreme opinion on a film. If I act in this way, throw in a basket that is a film of a film, I threw away, in every sense, the work of many people. The work, which deserves respect. Personally, I am convinced that no film, admitted to public viewing, can be scored with the words used by Jake Tyler, "useless junk, useless junk. I think this an extreme opinion on a film. If I act in this way, throw in a basket that is a film of a film, I threw away, in every sense, the work of many people. The work, which deserves respect. "Useful" junk, ". This is a term that I like. In each film there is something good. Extremism, including reviews, I am not convinced. The regista. Jeff Wadlow, try looking in a profound way the face of this guy. Incredible. Heard of him and you know why? Why is a person who listens. See also knows those who can listen to a director is crucial. I watch him, always see in him a deep and serenity, is a boy who transmits serenity and confidence. I confess that the two faces, one of Jeff, and indeed that of Jake Tyler (Sean Faris) led me to watching this film. Well, I got in some aspect of the film. The guilt. Feelings of guilt are terrible whipping, comparable in terms of inner pain, the scourging. Drunken father, Tyler does not replace driving, accident and death of the father. The mother, try to judge the mother, poses and not a little to his son the whole story. When you are aware of the actions committed, good or bad you are and you take all the consequences, show what is called sense of responsibility, maturity. In guilt, however, the mind begins a journey all illogical. Acts, actions, attitudes, no longer have a rational place, we become judges themselves too hard with all its consequences and emotional suffering. Wadlow's skill is to show a Tyler, despite all the events, yet master of himself and how? Serious commitment and application in everything he does'. Sport, leaves truce opponent. The school, the shield of Achilles. The brother follows him from afar. It is not an instinctive, see Ryan Mc. Carthy (C. Gigandet, good too). And why are so many Tyler and Ryan? Another point in favor of the director Wadlow, parenting behaviors. The smiles of the father of Tyler vs arrogance of the father of Ryan. Consequence of this is ... the example by your children. An educator, and every dad is, can leave traces in the boys, who become equal to mine wandering behavior. Beware the examples, dear dad. The mother did not help Tyler in, like, metabolize, the death of his father. Consequently, despite all these positive notes, the boy when insulted by the opponent on the field, has a violent reaction, well aware that is a clever thug. And this is worse. How many professional sports, today, paid its weight in gold, with their behavior in inciting violence. One last thing, though not like a movie, and this is, is a great gym, we are subject, for budding actors. As Homer leaves the narrative of war, to describe the shield of Achilles leads engravings on human nature, even I have to leave, not before I wish you all an affectionate Good Ciak!

Premissa fraca,porém o filme foi bem executado,Cam Gigandet dar uma boa performance como vilão,Djimon Hounsou sempre com uma ótima performance,Amber Heard é ótima,e Sean Faris dar uma sólida performance mas não é suficiente para um ótimo filme.

This storyline had the potential to be a hit, however all this potential glory was butchered when the worst actors and actresses alive on this planet were shoved into the movie along with the most cheesy and clichéd script ever written. Since when do high schoolers look like they are in their mid to late 20s??

A shallow arena of stagnant aggression: A 1.0-star "visceral trauma" of narrative void.2008 (1.0)I watched "Never Back Down" in the theater during its 2008 release, and it remains one of the most definitive 1.0-star traumas in my entire archive. This experience was the absolute antithesis of a visceral "revelation," offering instead a "pathetic" and "stagnant" collection of high-school tropes that failed to shatter the fourth wall of my boredom. The narrative rhythm was painfully predictable, lacking the "chewy" or sophisticated soul found in my 4.0-star pillars. For a viewer who craves "raw" and "sensational" energy, this film delivered only a hollow, commercial imitation of grit. The characters felt like "vividly" two-dimensional caricatures trapped in a rhythmic cycle of toxic masculinity and high-tension emptiness. The 95% preservation of my memory is dominated by a sense of "silent frustration" as I sat in the theater, waiting for an intellectual or emotional payoff that never materialized. Unlike the "raw" vulnerability of "Lifting King Kong" or the rhythmic genius of "Death Proof," this movie offered nothing but a stagnant void of testosterone-driven clichés. It stands in my 2008 record as a "vivid" warning—a 1.0-star artifact of "pathetic" filmmaking that wasted my time and energy, leaving no permanent scar of value on my soul. This was not an immersive journey; it was a high-tension endurance test that I 100% failed to enjoy.

This movie was a cheap remake of Karate Kid, with about as much quality dialog. The only thing I liked about this movie was well... the fighting. But the storyline and character development, as well as the theme were B-rate at best. Over all it has some fancy moves for MMA lovers, and fight fans but no substance to back it up.