"You need a fighting name, like a movie star."
"Look, love. No one gives a toss about Charlton Heston. The man's a cunt. You're more of the Charles Bronson type."
Tom Hardy gives a tour-de-force performance as Michael Peterson aka. Charles Bronson, bare-knuckle fighter and Britain's most violent criminal. However, writer-director Nicolas Winding Refn deserves just as much credit for turning this film into an exhilarating, hyper-distilled and frankly far better version of Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange.
It's thrilling, brutal, disturbing, arty, musical, empathic and often blackly funny. Moreover, rather than overtly attempting to rationalise the titular figure's violent behaviour, it paints a figure of someone who only does it because they have no other means of marking themselves upon the world. It's his one talent, his one claim to fame - and boy does he excel at it!
An 88-minute rush of pure cinema.