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By Robert Wilonsky

Published on October 14, 2009 at 10:32am

The movie wastes no time: Before the opening credits, a man watches two home invaders slaughter his wife and daughter—and we don't even know their names. And then: Deals are cut, the murderer walks while his less culpable accomplice is sentenced to death, and the dad wonders, "But what about justice?" And then: A decade passes, Dad has seen a Saw or two, and it's retribution time. Everyone must pay, even the innocent. So much for our sympathy for the leading man, who happens to be Gerard Butler in yet another questionable role. Director F. Gary Gray and writer Kurt Wimmer peddle cheap, graphic Z-grade revenge thrills dressed up as Knowing Sociopolitical Commentary. Jamie Foxx's prosecutor gets a front-row seat to the explosion, as Butler's Clyde Shelton goes behind bars and into solitary confinement, from where, somehow, he is capable of inflicting enough damage and carnage to terrorize the whole of Philadelphia.