RELEASE DATE: 25/10/2012
RUN TIME: 1HR 35MIN
|CAST:||KARL URBAN - JUDGE DREDD|
|LENA HEADEY - MA-MA|
|OLIVIA THIRLBY - ANDERSON|
In the case of ‘Dredd’, the second theatrical incarnation of the maligned comic-book character, the ‘grit-n-gore’ approach has its strengths. Far gloomier than its mid-90s effort, the shine on Mega-City One is sweat-stained and jaundiced. Shot in South Africa, there’s palpable heat to the skylines, and immediacy to the poverty. Crime is rife and life is cheap, and in keeping with its irradiated post-apocalyptic setting, Judge Dredd doles out a nuclear kind of justice: skin is flayed, bullets puncture torsos, and eyes are gouged out in extreme slow motion. The violence is brutal, rendered in confronting 3D, and since the narrative amounts to essentially one extended action sequence (think ‘Die Hard’ meets 2011s ‘The Raid’), there’s a lot of it – so much so that it ultimately proves numbing.
Plot and character are buried under a bombastic soundtrack, and while the closed narrative (involving an assault on a single 200 storey apartment complex) is a product of limited resources, it should be commended for doing something moderately different. Karl Urban’s stoic, perma-helmed take on Dredd is less didactic than Sylvester Stallone’s flag-waving patriot, but his über-seriousness utterances, gravel-voiced and grim, are unintentionally hilarious.
In fact, the film’s too-serious tone is often a source of humour, resulting from a misjudged sense of its own ridiculousness and a screenplay that refuses to offer anything more than a simple delineation of events. Being low budget doesn’t break the bank of creative ideas, and the major problem with the film is that it really isn’t very imaginative. There’s no mythology established around this future work, and because it’s rendered so close to existing sci-fi worlds, it has nothing interesting to offer. Judge Dredd exists in a narrative and social vacuum, where the rules aren’t clearly established, and just cause and consequence have no meaning.
The film’s too-serious tone is often a source of humour, resulting from a misjudged sense of its own ridiculousness.
For all its bravo and brutality, the film feels oddly reluctant to really cross the line in terms of taste. While a promise of hyper-kinetic ultra-violence is partially made good on, pushing the envelope further could have made a critical point of difference. While the recent remake of ‘Total Recall’ eschewed the original’s extreme violence in place of a more realistic (relatively speaking) plot, ‘Dredd’ feels lacking in extremes to make it truly memorable. For once, the grit and gloom of the "remake template" feels appropriate for the source material, but once again, the craft beneath the rebooted veneer is conspicuous in its absence.