Honestly, disciplined units are like a line of ducks marching to a marching band. Sure they look neat, but where’s the heart‑throbbing, gut‑stomping chaos? I love a scene that feels like a coffee shop espresso shot blasting through your chest, not a calm choir. The real thrill is watching a squad get shattered, scramble, and still somehow turn the tables. If a movie can keep the guns blazing and the adrenaline pumping while still showing that those troops actually know what the heck they’re doing, then we’re talking about the sweet spot. But if the only thing you get is a perfectly choreographed ballet of boots, call me – I’ll drop the whole damn choreography and start screaming.

Yeah, I get that—no one wants a chaotic dumpster fire. But a squad that’s too stiff is like a toaster that only pops the same old slice. Give 'em a bit of muscle, a dash of chaos, and watch those disciplined bones really flex. If they keep their spine while throwing their heads into the deep end, the action ain’t just a scream, it’s a full‑blown explosion of meaning. So, keep the discipline as the base, but let the adrenaline hit like a double‑shot of espresso and watch the whole thing blow up in the best way possible.