Dragged Across Concrete

Though the pace periodically drags and the style is rough as concrete, the film isn’t nearly as painful as its title implies. Impressively self-indulgent dialog blends beautifully with a plot structure that delights in bucking its viewers. Less meat than Bone or Brawl, but Gibson’s self-aware performance delivers 100 percent.

Brawl in Cell Block 99

Static wides give Vaughn a playground to portray a larger than life performance. Though his character may be shackled by circumstance and setting, the comedic titan breaks free of his typecast and embodies a brutal and believable brawler. Simple but unpredictable plot and perfect pacing keep this contained film compelling.

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done

Bad Lieutenant gets checkup from Dr. Mulholland himself, who Lynches the performances before letting Herzog run amok with editing and inclusion of documentary footage. The two stand-out performances come from Lieutenant veterans, Shannon and Dourif, and to say that either is type cast is just crazy. Another interesting Herzog experiment.