Ever since he made a splash as a Dothraki warlord on “Game of Thrones,” Jason Momoa has been a force of nature on screens large and small. The hulking actor favors parts where he’s literally in the wild: DC’s Aquaman; a Canadian fur trader in the Netflix series “Frontier”; a desert-dwelling cannibal in last year’s “The Bad Batch.”

That’s also the case with “Braven,” which, while not exactly good, rises above its B-movie trappings thanks to Momoa’s committed performance as a family man besieged by a bunch of murderous thugs. His name — in case you were curious as to whether he is a courageous everyman — is Joe Braven.

JOE BRAVEN.

I don’t know how this passed screenwriting muster, but here we are.

Director Lin Oeding, in his feature debut, leaves the plot defiantly lean: After a quick intro to Joe (Braven. Joe Braven!) and his close relationships with his wife (Jill Wagner), daughter (Sasha Rossof) and Alzheimer’s-ridden father (Stephen Lang), we’re shoved into the action. A sketchy employee of Joe’s (Brendan Fletcher) lumber company stashes a duffel bag of drugs at his boss’s cabin in the woods, not counting on Joe and his dad being there when the time comes to pick it up.

It’s a fast-moving scramble for survival from here on, and if the film doesn’t present many surprises (Garret Dillahunt’s drug lord is a mean guy; Joe’s resourceful wife and daughter are eventually imperiled; Joe and his dad are both very . . . Braven), it’s intense and rugged, shot beautifully in the wilds of Newfoundland. It also features a pretty clever, if gory, use of a rusty bear trap. For anyone looking for a shot of vengeance adrenaline while waiting for “John Wick 3” to come down the pike, “Braven” will probably fit the bill.