1.) The original film was made in a foreign language (The Departed is a good example);
2.) The original film is over 25 years old and is NOT
considered to be a true classic (RoboCop should
be remade, Jaws should not);
3.) The original film was based on another source (book,
comic, play, etc.) but was poorly adapted.
Dredd falls
into the latter category as the 1995 Sylvester Stallone film, Judge Dredd, didn’t exactly hit home
with fanboys of the graphic novels, mostly due to the presence of Rob Schneider,
one of the world’s great cinematic ruiners. This is one remake that people,
even if it is a vocal minority, have been clamoring for and I imagine it fits the
bill for the fans, though it’s certainly not for everyone.
The future of America is bleak indeed. With the remaining
800 million residents of the country jammed into one megacity that stretches
from Boston to D.C., the world has become a dirty, grimy place. Only one symbol
of the law remains: the Judges, who operate out of the Hall of Justice. Assigned
the task of training a newbie (Olivia Thirlby), one of the most fearsome
judges, aptly named Dredd (Karl Urban), begins the investigation of a triple
homicide at Peach Trees, a 200 story apartment complex. Soon, though, he runs
up against a ferocious opponent in the drug kingpin known as Ma-Ma (Lena
Headey) who will stop at nothing to prevent the judges from leaving Peach Trees
alive.
It’s been years since I saw the Stallone version of Judge Dredd but I remember it being a
hot, cheesy, mess of a movie. This time around, director Pete Travis takes all
the cheesy foolishness of that film and replaces it with blood…mass amounts of
blood. The best quote I’ve seen about this film pegged it as, “the comic book
version of a British independent film.” (I tried to find the author of this
quote but failed; I apologize for the inadvertent plagiarism.) That’s quite
fitting as Dredd has an indisputable British/European
sensibility that comes out to play in the stark and often gruesome depiction of
action and violence. This is a serious affair
the likes of which we don’t usually see in comic book films, though Travis does
take the time to allow for a few VERY American one-liners which are all knee-slapping
good. Personally I found the brutal nature of this blood and guts approach to
be gratuitous and distracting from what turns out to be a much better plot than
I would have expected going in. Dredd isn’t
so much gritty as it is viscerally and mercilessly savage. If you’re a horror
movie fan, this approach shouldn’t be a problem but I could have used a
slightly softer edge in this department. That’s not to say it isn’t fitting or
doesn’t necessarily work, I’m just saying it’s not for everyone and the rough,
hard edge will eliminate a large portion of the film’s potential audience (as
illustrated by the miserable box office total).
Brutal violence aside, Dredd is an extremely well-made film filled to the brim with slick,
sophisticated shots and some excellent effects. Travis’ world is small and
contained and that leads to a feeling of claustrophobia that adds to the film’s
frenetic intensity. In addition, Urban should be commended for a strong
performance under very difficult circumstances. Acting with a mask on one’s
face is tough and it becomes even more difficult when the mask never, ever
comes off. Urban is basically asked to “act” and emote with only the bottom
third of his face and he does it very well. He is sufficiently menacing when he
needs to be and Urban’s robotic approach to the character hits just the right
tone. Thirlby and Headey are both strong as well though, like Dredd, there’s
not much in the way of character development with which to work.
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