To be certain, a film adapted from a comic book prior to "Spiderman" was often met with trepadition and curious sideways glances, a reaction similar to passing a midget on the street. While we can now all have hopes for a future with faithful and enjoyable adaptions of our favorite colored characters, we must remember that, while the future IS bright, the past really sucks. When trolling for worthwhile comic book titles, only pay attention to "Judge Dredd" if you are looking for reasons to shed this mortal coil.
The film opens with a moderately interesting intro, showing page after page of JD comics. Trust me, the only inspiration that the filmakers drew from these comics has to have been from the cover art. Put simply, nothing in the movie actually reflects the comics. Whereas the comics were dark and built for adults, this film was a fairly weak 'R' rating relying on twelve year olds sneaking into theaters to make a profit.
You see, in the movie, Judges are pansies who run from every thug with a gun instead of doing their job. The Judges body armor is made up of a bulletproof helmet and shoulder pads. One can only assume that they will be playing the Raiders soon. Judges also get voice activated guns that can do wonderful things, like fire flares, which actually has no use in their giant city where light exists everywhere. Judges also get the ugliest motorcycles in the history of automobiles. Simply put, their choppers look like amusement park bumper cars. The fact that these bumper cars can fly seems to make wheels useless, but I guess the budget excluded any more than one scene of horribly blue screened flying bikes.
Something else that the budget seems to have excluded is any mention of original design. While this is an adaptation, much of it seems "adapted" from other, better, films. Most of Mega City is right out of Blade Runner, while the police sets are essentially cribbed together from The Rock, Alien 3, and the Fifth Element. I do consider Alien 3 to be a better film. At least in that movie you can understand what people are saying. When you have Jurgen Prochnow, Armand Assante, and Sly Stallone in the same film, some confusion as to what is going on is sure to happen.
Sly and Armand probably gained thirty or forty pounds of beer gut, or maybe their are a trillion hot girls off screen, because they spend the entire movie sucking in their guts. Maybe that explains their inability to say more than three or four words at a time without breathing. Watching them reminds me of Freshmen Year, where every cute girl that walked by required you to suck it up, puff out your chest, and give your best lantern jawed grin.
As a last note, look for some of the terrible dubbings done in the movie, Rob Schneider's on again gone again wounds, the ever changing Stallone scar, and the giant armor plated robot that is beaten by pulling a few wires. This is a definite three of ten film.
Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge, Say no more, Say no more.
The film opens with a moderately interesting intro, showing page after page of JD comics. Trust me, the only inspiration that the filmakers drew from these comics has to have been from the cover art. Put simply, nothing in the movie actually reflects the comics. Whereas the comics were dark and built for adults, this film was a fairly weak 'R' rating relying on twelve year olds sneaking into theaters to make a profit.
You see, in the movie, Judges are pansies who run from every thug with a gun instead of doing their job. The Judges body armor is made up of a bulletproof helmet and shoulder pads. One can only assume that they will be playing the Raiders soon. Judges also get voice activated guns that can do wonderful things, like fire flares, which actually has no use in their giant city where light exists everywhere. Judges also get the ugliest motorcycles in the history of automobiles. Simply put, their choppers look like amusement park bumper cars. The fact that these bumper cars can fly seems to make wheels useless, but I guess the budget excluded any more than one scene of horribly blue screened flying bikes.
Something else that the budget seems to have excluded is any mention of original design. While this is an adaptation, much of it seems "adapted" from other, better, films. Most of Mega City is right out of Blade Runner, while the police sets are essentially cribbed together from The Rock, Alien 3, and the Fifth Element. I do consider Alien 3 to be a better film. At least in that movie you can understand what people are saying. When you have Jurgen Prochnow, Armand Assante, and Sly Stallone in the same film, some confusion as to what is going on is sure to happen.
Sly and Armand probably gained thirty or forty pounds of beer gut, or maybe their are a trillion hot girls off screen, because they spend the entire movie sucking in their guts. Maybe that explains their inability to say more than three or four words at a time without breathing. Watching them reminds me of Freshmen Year, where every cute girl that walked by required you to suck it up, puff out your chest, and give your best lantern jawed grin.
As a last note, look for some of the terrible dubbings done in the movie, Rob Schneider's on again gone again wounds, the ever changing Stallone scar, and the giant armor plated robot that is beaten by pulling a few wires. This is a definite three of ten film.
Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge, Say no more, Say no more.