By Peter Killip.
Picture one of those blue plastic bags you get from a corner shop/ off licence, now picture it stuffed full of really shite generic European and vaguely American sounding accents, next up: a cackling Dominic West (underneath approximately 2.5 stone of ill conceived prosthetic villain face) begins smashing the shit out of said bag with a house brick.
Ray Stevenson swings upside down from a chandelier, shooting and sporadically stabbing people in the head while this takes place, all to the soundtrack of Radio1 xtra floor fillers. Like a poorly orchestrated misanthropic migrane. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you….. “Punisher: War Zone”.
