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Hey, do you want to do a logic problem?
You reach a small room at the end of a long, dark hallway.
Waiting inside is a member of the other gang.
He is covered in grime and blood and wearing nothing but boxer briefs.
The man is holding a meat cleaver.
Hes blocking the only exit.
The only way out is through him.
What do you do?
Such headscratchers-of-the-damned are the specialty of writer-director-producer-fight choreographer Gareth Evans,mastermind of theRaidfilms.
Oh, yeah, sorry: the plot.
Our guide through the madness is Elliot Finch (Sope Dirisu), a striving low-level Wallace foot soldier.
Finch is a terrific audience surrogate, radiating the disgruntled lumpenprole badassery of Charles Bronson.
Theres really no such thing on TV or in cinema.
ButGangs of Londonisnt striving for that.
Spectacular, cartoonish ultraviolence becomes less of a selling point as the series goes on.
Most of us make to-do lists.
Evans and his collaborators make to-die lists.
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