Not quite the Judge DRaid clone it was feared to be from the initial trailer, British director Travis nevertheless roots this Lone Outmatched Warrior fable in a singular environment, bringing all the focus to bear on the titular inexcitable Judge - one of many law enforcers who roam the vast dystopian Mega-City One and mete out the appropriate arbitration and suitable punishment on unsuspecting criminals before you can say "due-process." Dredd and rookie Cassandra Anderson (Thirlby) are sent to the Peach Trees slum towerblock - a kind of post-apocalyptic Westfields - run by Madeline "Ma-Ma" Madrigal (Heady) who's peddling a drug that once inhaled, makes time run at 1% its usual speed: good for music-video aesthetics, bad for falling to your death from the 200th floor. There's a healthy dose of Verhoeven-esque late-80s violence on display here, and Paul Leonard-Morgan's dubsteppy score and Anthony Dod Mantle's cinematography capture the apartment setting in all its squalid griminess. Urban is fine as Dredd as far as chin-gurning goes, but Thirlby fares better as the stoic apprentice with handy telepathic powers. It's just a shame that Heady - a dab hand at playing unstable über-bitches as demonstrated in HBO's compelling Game of Thrones - isn't given more to do than mutter under her breath and appear for the all-too-brief boss fight at the end. It's also puzzling how the rest of Mega-City One, when we do see it, seems to be a sunny and rather pleasant place to reside, but I fear such curiosities are secondary to watching Ma-Ma's goons use gatling guns fuck shit up.