If the first Sisu felt like a lone madman tearing through Nazi hell with nothing but grit and a knife, the sequel detonates that premise and scatters the shrapnel across the frozen end of the world. This time, the violence isn’t just personal—it’s biblical.
Jorma Tommila returns as Aatami Korpi, the gold prospector forged from silence, frost, and pure vengeance. His war may be over, but peace never stood a chance. Heading home through the ruins of post-WWII Finland, Aatami crosses paths with a Red Army war criminal (a ferociously unhinged Stephen Lang) responsible for wiping out what little family he had left. From that moment on, the film becomes a relentless pursuit—less a chase than a slow, merciless execution stretched across snow and steel.
Director Jalmari Helander pushes the pulp dial past breaking point. Imagine John Wick filtered through The Revenant, then exaggerated with near-mythic brutality. Trucks plunge into icy voids, bodies fly where physics fear to tread, and the kills arrive with cartoonish audacity—but never without impact. Tommila barely speaks, yet dominates every frame, moving like a force of nature that simply cannot be reasoned with. Lang, meanwhile, revels in villainy, chewing through every scene with venomous delight. Richard Brake’s eerie presence and a strong supporting cast ground the madness with flashes of desperation and dread.
Visually, the film is stunning—vast, snow-blasted landscapes that turn beauty into menace, paired with a pounding industrial score that drives the carnage forward. It’s savage, excessive, and proudly unrestrained. That final emotional gut punch lands hard, reminding you this isn’t just about bodies—it’s about loss, endurance, and fury that refuses to die.
Brutal, absurd, and wildly entertaining, Sisu doesn’t just escalate—it declares war on restraint. I saw it last weekend, and it’s still rattling in my head.
So… who’s next?