Nasty, nasty, nasty. The kind of movie you need a shower after seeing, which is exactly how I like my Punisher. A grimy B-movie just going for it, fuck the mass appeal, happy to take the box office bomb to cult classic pipeline with a cracked out color palette and a gloriously gruesome practical effect display. Not everything works, but Ray Stevenson aces the assignment, one of the most underrated comic book castings ever.
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