JUDGE DREDD—-Stallone takes his feather-light touch to the dystopian future (is there any other kind?) as the dispenser of brisk justice in an urban Mega City wasteland. He clashed with director Danny Cannon on the tone, and the movie sputters, pleasing neither. Sly wanted more humor, Cannon desired more nastiness, ala RoboCop. Critics gunned it down. Stateside it bombed, doing better internationally, with a total loot seizure of $113,500,000, but against a lavished $90,000,000 that was not enough revenge justice served cold.
Some impressive set design, but the razzmatazz wear out a welcome quickly, and 96 minutes of it will damage your brain: the bombardment preview alone makes you want to buy a weapon just to protect you from the movie.
With Armand Assante, Rob Schneider (go home), Diane Lane (go to my house), Max Von Sydow, Jurgen Prochnow, Joan Chen, Giancarlo Esposito, James Remar, Scott Wilson and Mitch Ryan. Inflicted upon the summer of 1995.