|Director||S. Craig Zahler|
|Starring||Vince Vaughn, Jennifer Carpenter, Don Johnson|
|Release||20 OCT (UK) Certificate 18|
A visit from a creepy German (Udo Kier, whose long fingernails are the least repellant thing about him) informs Bradley he is now seriously in debt to a Mexican drug cartel, and the only way to repay is to kill another prisoner currently residing in a different maximum-security jail. Bradley has to inflict enough damage to get transferred to the notorious Red Leaf prison, or else something very, very bad will happen to his kidnapped pregnant wife. The hideous danger hanging over her swollen belly is extremely shocking, but serves to show just how far beyond the acceptable Brawl In Cell Block 99 is willing to go. Honestly, you see a man’s face scraped off, but this chilling threat is enough to make you feel really icky.
Thus his bone-splintering odyssey begins and Bradley doesn’t want to waste any time. Guts are pummeled and arms are snapped in a matter of minutes in order to get his ticket to the bad place, all performed with stoic precision. Zahler frames the violence with full body shots and minimum edits, meaning there are no cut-aways from the stomach-churning sights of bones breaking through skin or skulls being smooshed through the surface of a face. The fight scenes are almost beautiful, reminiscent of a Fred Astaire dance scene, twirling and gliding and well choreographed, except with more claret and grey matter splashing around.
However, it’s Vaughn who gives the film its killer punch, over and above the violence. His comedic chops are restrained even if his fists aren’t, delivering dry witty jabs rather than his trademark motor-mouthed bants. Bradley’s physique is enough to make the prison guards swoon ("What are those muscles for?") and take bets on how tall he is, but interestingly he’s not overly ripped and is even slightly doughy in places, revealing a surprising soft underbelly to a skinhead who doesn’t think twice about driving a boot through a man’s skull. It’s all in the name of love though, so it’s OK.
If you can handle the painstaking pace and the ultra, ultra violence, what’s left is a deep and psychologically complex performance that will more than likely kick start the Vaughnaissance. Brawl In Cell Block 99 will get all up in your face, your brain and your stomach and make you see Vince Vaughn in a whole new light. Things will never be the same again; don’t say I didn’t warn you.