What an age we live in, one tedious formulaic film after another from England and America justifying police brutality and self-righteous "coppers" taking the law into their own hands and getting away with it. Here's another dose of charmless, deviant psychopathic cops from the conveyor belt.
At least the characters in the original series were human, and often humane, but in this film they are reduced to the single and inexplicable dimension of menace. Reagan and Carter should not be policing our society, they should be under psychiatric observation.
The stark sets of glass sheet and featureless wall panels, and the doom laden and bloated (Batman-ripoff) sound track add to the apocalyptic feel, creating the justification presumably for the suspension of normal life and the delivery of summary justice by our unbalanced "heroes".
This ugly and essentially provincial film tries to raise itself to international stature by setting some of the action scenes among the most recognizable tourist attractions of London town. Once that's done the characters return to their inhuman industrial landscapes and comfortless post-modern interiors, which are a perfect setting for the bullish and bloated Winstone and his affected throaty, mashed up delivery.
I guess these British film-makers wanted to show that they were harder than the Americans - but they don't seem to have been anymore ambitious than that.