Sixty Minutes released on Netflix on Friday, Jan. 19. The film follows Octavio, an MMA fighter who has 60 minutes to make it to his daughter’s birthday party, but is being hunted down by criminals after backing out of a fight.

By nature, the entire setup to this flick is just a vessel for an abundance of fight sequences. I’m not complaining, however, as the action was done very well. As he is a fighter, the film utilizes his skillset, and there is a lot of hand-to-hand combat in a variety of different locations. The choreography was immersive, and the emotion surrounding the main character added extra levels of intensity to the fights.

This features a pretty simple plot — nothing inherently different than anything we’ve seen before. Still, the presence of the countdown created suspense, as you could feel the time slipping away. At its heart, Sixty Minutes attempts to hold an emotional story about a man trying to save the fractured relationship between him and his daughter. While the majority of the runtime is dedicated to a constant barrage of fights, the film continues to remind the audience of the ultimate end goal for the main character.

The fight sequences are exciting, but the main issue with Sixty Minutes is that there isn’t a lot of plot. It seems to go from fight to fight, without much else story-wise going on in between. Because of this, it does get repetitive. The flick also tries to pull off a few twists throughout, but they’re all fairly predictable.

In the end, the main reason that you’re watching this film is for the fight sequences. Sixty Minutes doesn’t bring much new to the table. Still, this is an entertaining way to spend 89 minutes if you have some time to kill. The hand-to-hand fight scenes are visceral, the performances are all solid and the ending ties together the emotional aspect of the story nicely. It’s great at times and very dumb in others, but it’s a passible effort in the action genre.

Rating: 3 out of 5