The Guardian Review
Oh dear, it's Danny Dyer … Vendetta
Like some new kind of vampire/zombie crossbreed, impervious to garlic or daylight or stakes through the heart or point-blank shotgun blasts, Danny Dyer just keeps on coming at us, in film after film. Often he deploys his trademark zonked Dyer Stare: he does it out of cab windows and through panes of glass overlooking the east London skyline. You can replicate the Dyer Stare yourself by staying up all night, drinking 12 pints of lager and then removing your contact lenses . In this bizarre piece of violent revenge porn, Danny plays a super-tough SAS guy who comes back to Blighty after a testing time in Afghanistan to find criminals have only gone and murdered his mum and dad, that's all. So does Danny leave it to the limp-wristed police and politically correct courts to dispense justice? No. He sets out to kill all of them himself in as righteous and sadistic a way as possible. Danny's supposed to be topping everyone: but then he mysteriously leaves one hospitalised with just a minor injury – apparently to facilitate one of the film's many fantastically unconvincing plot lurches. Dear me.
Special ops interrogation officer Jimmy Vickers tracks down a gang who slaughtered his parents. With police closing in & his old unit on his trail, he has to to evade capture long enough to complete
his gruesome crusade.
his gruesome crusade.
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