“You can’t kill what’s already dead,” someone gurgles towards the end of Timo Tjahjanto
’s “The Night Comes for Us
,” and while that assessment may be true, the recent onslaught of bone-crunching Indonesian action films has made it painfully, relentlessly, nauseatingly clear that you can do pretty much anything to what’s about to die. You can shoot it. You can stab it. You can impale it with a spare cow femur that you find lying on the floor of a butcher shop. And — most important of all — you can mix-and-match those methods (and hundreds more just like them) to your heart’s delight, over and over again, until the props department finally runs out of fake blood.
In a grimy beat-em-up like “The Night Comes for Us
,” where fake blood appears to account for something like 80% of the shooting budget, that can take a mighty long time.