"This is just the beginning."
Frank Castle.
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Script Logic; 1/2
Pace; 1/2
Acting; 1/2
Aesthetic; 2/2
Originality & Intention; 1/2
Final Score; 6/10
Final Word: Unfairly mauled by critics who called this "overly-dark", "overly-violent" and "depressing", I considered this not only a worthwhile reboot of the Marvel comic's character, but also a fairly honest (and gutsy) portrayal of an otherwise poorly served franchise. Sure, it's a pretty murky experience, like getting a blowjob from a $5 stripper- but that's the Punisher all over. Forget the catastro-fuck-aphy of the Thomas Jane and John Travolta outing, here the material is better served by the grim-faced Ray Stevenson and the always-watchable Dominic West, on manic form as the antagonist. But even for a comic book adaption some of the other acting is crap, and even West's mania can't disguise the fact that his character is a second rate Joker ala Jack Nicholson, but the film is held together by it's garish aesthetic, hilariously over-the-top violence and balls-to-the-wall absurdity. Similar in many ways to Dredd, but the Punisher is (simply put) just not as charismatic a character. Still, if you're after Paul Verhovan style excess, only sans the smarts and satire, then this won't disappoint.
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