Zoë Bell’s tough talents are wasted on the brainless Raze
Raze is a brain-dead exploitation flick in which barefoot, white-tank-top-clad women beat each other to death. There’s a throwaway plot—something about a secret society—and a few perfunctory nods toward feminism in the dialogue, which register as little more than excuses for what is, primarily, an ultra-niche fetish video. Shots of blood splattering on tank tops take precedence over real action; the fights, which make up the bulk of the film, are strictly of the handheld lunge-and-cut variety, interspersed with grisly close-ups. Aside from a few artsy visual ideas (like an opening scene that’s mostly lit darkroom-red) and some effective gore and makeup, the movie doesn’t have much to offer a viewer who isn’t already into the whole cage-fight/tank-top thing.