I can’t smoke pot anymore because I have kids and I don’t want them to send me to space jail. So I do it at the movies. This week: Karl Urban keeps his helmet on in Dredd.
So I was a little torn about smoking up and seeing Dredd. On the positive side, it promised tons of violence and explosions. On the negative, it takes place in a totalitarian future state, which can be a serious buzzkill. Considering that it was either this or that weird Clint Eastwood baseball movie, I took the plunge for the Judge.
Glad I did. Great movie. Really violent, really grimy, a lot of fun. Here’s how it works: Judge Dredd is a cop in Mega-City One, a massive hellhole packed to the rafters with every kind of scumbag you can imagine. He gets a call to bust a female druglord (played by the awesome Lena Headey) in a 200-story housing project, and then everything goes to hell.
When the villain takes over the building’s security, Dredd and his rookie partner Judge Anderson (Olivia Thirlby, keeping her head above water) could run like dogs, but instead they’re all “Screw it” and decide to fight their way to the top and bring the bitch down. The only problem is that the drug she’s selling screws with your perception of time, making minutes seem like hours. This is all just an excuse for tons of incredibly sweet action set pieces where stuff blows up (including heads) and punks get terminated in many crazy ways.
The best thing about Dredd is that it doesn’t give you any origin stories or flashbacks or time-wasting garbage. This is Judge Dredd. He’s a cop. He’s going to make sure that justice is done. There’s nothing flabby or crammed-in in this movie. Hell, the main character barely talks. It’s great. Go see it.
Disclaimer: I fixed all the typos and grammatical errors but kept everything else in.
I want more like this!
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