It starts out as a standard revenge story, but then stops in its tracks and examines its own premise of revenge both from a moral and narrative standpoint. The mc is forced to confront the reality of his feelings. The phoniness of his supposed goal is highlighted his quest being filmed and scripted as a movie. The reader to forced to confront their own desire for violence and catharsis and the roles that fictional narratives play in our lives. The fact the ideology and mythology of the authoritarian city is based on an old action movie is commentary on the way narratives, both cultural and religious have shaped and controlled our own societies. How they're used to justify the actions of those in power and control the populace.
Watching him attempt to recreate his sister using the mind wiped remains of the person responsible for her death, all the while wrestling with how absurd the lie he's living has become was way more interesting to me than any action scene. Through him we see how people lie to and delude themselves to make living bearable, but also that the underlying tension of those lies can bubble to the surface and destroy them.
By the end they didn't even show many of the fights that happened because the context for the fights was what mattered. Seeing him cut off his own face to strip away his humanity and give into violence was more important than the fight itself.
It wrestled with concepts of morality, justice, responsibility, the function and purpose of stories and the lies people tell themselves to get by. It had actual narrative ambition, and wasn't afraid to alienate its audience. I'm willing to bet a lot of people jumped ship after it became clear it wasn't just a revenge story. Making the choice to bait the audience like they before pulling the rug out from under them takes balls for an author, and I respect that. Not only is it ballsy, but it serves a narrative function. It gets the audience hyped to experience his violent revenge before yanking on the choke chain and forcing us to examine our own bloodlust and how we are susceptible to fiction.