‘Legasi: Bomba the Movie’ (2025) Netflix Review - A Flaming Tower of Feelings and Fire Moments

Let me be very clear: this review is simply the result of me recovering from the cinematic workout that Legasi: Bomba the Movie insisted on giving me. The film introduces Amir, played earnestly by Ben Amir, who carries trauma the same way he carries his gear—always, heavily, and in every scene. He’s part of STORM, which sounds cool until you realize he’s basically a stressed-out sponge soaking up guilt from a tragic Mount Kinabalu rescue that went sideways. His mentor, Eddy (Nas-t), goes through a personal crisis so dramatic I’m shocked the fire wasn’t jealous of all the attention.

Now, these opening moments actually work like: “Wow, maybe this movie is going to be emotionally grounded and thoughtful” level of work. The dynamic between Amir and Eddy feels real, and for a second, I thought I was about to watch a movie that understood subtlety. And then the skyscraper catches fire, and subtlety jumps out the window—hopefully onto an emergency inflatable cushion.

The TEXVIN 118 building goes up in flames, and the movie treats this like an opportunity to unleash chaos in every direction. Suddenly, Amir, the man halfway down a psychological sinkhole, is put in charge. Whoever assigned him clearly just spun a wheel labeled “traumatized,” “available,” and “yeah sure, why not.”

As Amir enters the building, so does the rest of the team: Jordan, Razak, Syafiq, Fahmi, Hisham, Sanjay, and a variety of other firefighters whose personalities are introduced faster than the fire spreads. They’re all decent actors, but the script gives them about as much breathing room as the smoke-filled hallways they’re stuck in. In one scene, I tried to remember everyone’s names, and by the next scene, all I remembered was “man with flashlight,” “man coughing aggressively,” and “man who definitely didn’t read the safety protocols.”The civilians aren’t much better off. Mustika (Nia Atasha) remains calm in a way that makes me wonder if she meditates or if she’s simply dissociating from the movie’s plot.

Now, the action scenes? Genuinely impressive. The fire is loud, messy, and wild—basically the opposite of the movie’s dialogue. The cinematography is surprisingly strong, and the destruction inside the building looks convincingly dangerous. If the movie had just been 90 minutes of firefighters navigating collapsing floors and unpredictable flare-ups, it might have been great. Instead, the filmmakers decided we needed emotional flashbacks every six minutes.

There’s also the tone—constantly shifting like the elevator sensors are malfunctioning during the fire. One moment, we’re in an emotional confrontation about guilt and redemption, and the next, someone tries to crack a joke while choking on smoke. It’s like the film can’t decide whether it wants to move viewers or meme them.

Eddy eventually returns to remind Amir he is, in fact, traumatised, and the movie treats this like a plot twist when it’s really the emotional equivalent of someone repeatedly nudging you and asking, “Are you sad yet? What about now?” Their scenes together have real potential, but the film keeps rushing them because heaven forbid anything emotional happens without an alarm sounding somewhere. The final act is the cinematic equivalent of someone dumping every idea they wrote in the script outline into one gigantic fireball. There are emotional speeches, collapsing structures, heroic acts, and at least one moment where I’m pretty sure Amir unlocked a new trauma level. It’s dramatic, it’s huge, and it’s also a bit ridiculous—but hey, at least it’s never boring.

And that’s the thing: the movie has heart. A big one. Maybe too big. It wants to honor firefighters, show bravery, explore trauma, and also entertain with giant flaming set pieces. And it does do all of those things—just not always gracefully. The pacing wobbles, the tone trips over itself, and the writing sometimes feels like three different drafts glued together during a small office fire. But here’s the truth: it’s fun to watch. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s unintentionally a bit chaotic in a charming, “we tried our best, okay?” way. You’ll laugh, you’ll gasp, you’ll question several decisions, and at least once, you’ll say, “That man should not be in charge of anything.”

Legasi: Bomba the Movie is a hot mess—sometimes impressively so, confusingly so—and somehow that’s exactly what makes it entertaining. It’s the rare film that lets you roast it while still rooting for it, like that one friend who is always dramatic but you love them anyway. Just don’t ask me to rewatch it. I barely survived the emotional smoke inhalation the first time.

Final Score- [5/10]
Reviewed by - Anjali Sharma
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Publisher at Midgard Times