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Burke is interested in people not politics, keeping the focus on the sudden outbreaks of inhumanity and humanity in the madness, expertly crafting his thriller from the swirling fog of war.

Koolhoven wants all voyeurism of an exploitation flick while still expecting us to take his artistry seriously, and it's an unholy mix.

The film feels adrift in time.

The rucks have a grim, handheld intimacy which shows how clumsy, ugly and bloody terrifying a mass brawl can be.

Class and experience divisions form the bulk of the interpersonal drama and it’s as predictable as expected, with the added tedium of Hemsworth apparently defaulting back to weirdly out of place Asgardian diction, bellowing like Thor at every little thing

The fast pacing allied to some dark humour and a few absurd moments certainly makes for entertaining viewing, even though over time you keep waiting for the film to hit some deeper note.

A thoroughly thrilling and unpretentious little flick that takes its genre by the scruff of the neck and drags it kicking and screaming through Scotland's menacing undergrowth.

Lacks all charm.

Times are tough, women are either chattels or the stuff of magical realist dream sequences and dialogue is frequently cut adrift in favour of animalistic grunts and muscularity.

Not still, but gently moving.

The perfunctory plot is much less of a serious crime than The Sweeney's worst offences, however - that it feels dated and, for all its surface gruffness, pretty daft.