Any action becomes monotonous when it’s repeated too often. Even fist-fighting with drug dealers gets boring, after the hundredth brawl. Yeah, yeah… another bone-crunching blow to the jaw. Blah, blah, blah… another psychotic kick to the ribs. You can’t muster enthusiasm for ass-kicking indefinitely; beyond a certain point, you’re being hectored more than you’re being thrilled. The new action movie, The Raid, suffers from inertia because it doesn’t know when to stop. Like the continual motion of a washing machine, the film’s constant velocity lulls you to sleep. “Oh, they’re fighting again,” is all you can think, as the pummelling goes on. Turns out, it’s a thin line between a bravura fight sequence and flogging a dead horse.