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Where’s better to spend your hard earned English pounds to watch a film of an evening? A large commercial cinema with a gargantuan screen, copious amounts of food and customers who can’t put their phones away for a single second; or a smaller independent cinema that boasts a serious love for film and occasionally provides free tea because the heating’s knackered? This BFF writer leaps into a very important debate on the matter- WITH HERSELF.
Put that Stallone-starring abomination from 1995 right out of your head – Director Pete Travis’ Dredd is a much more focused and faithful adaptation of science fiction comic 2000AD’s most famous and enduring strip, even if a lack of depth and some bland action stop it achieving greatness.
Muscular, mean, nightmarish and brutal, The Raid delivers an unyielding onslaught of exquisitely choreographed violence, reminding us all that the thick, brawny shoot-em ups we’re used to associating with the action genre wouldn’t last a minute up against Indonesia’s glistening finest. With shades of Oldboy, Ong Bak, Reservoir Dogs and more dripping from every blood-drenched sinew, this is endurance-entertainment that isn’t afraid to push its actors and audience until its final, skull-cracking moments. Best of luck.