Grit, for lack of a better word, is good. This at least seems to be the prevailing wisdom when it comes to action movies. But is gritty good enough? Pete Travis‘ Dredd seems to think so. The director has designed a down-and-dirty future where nothing shines, everything is grimy, and life is cheap. Into this world he throws a memorable albeit simple protagonist whose very voice emanates ugly violence and wholesale slaughter. Dredd swings between a single-minded drive to use your adrenal gland like a chew toy and a one-dimensional ploy to play into a shallow bloodlust. What it lacks in claustrophobia, a compelling plot, dangerous stakes, and a compelling antagonist, it makes up for with loud noises, blown-apart bodies, and a killer performance from Karl Urban.