It feels like a vintage Cruise project from his
Minority Report and
Collateral era – an action film with a timeliness that underscores, though never overwhelms, its go-for-broke showmanship. (This version cleaves to the plot of
King's novel far more closely than the 1987 film starring
Arnold Schwarzenegger, who makes a cameo of sorts as the face on this future American nightmare-scape's $100 bill.)
It is directed with a bottomless supply of early Noughties flair by Edgar Wright, who was himself coming of age as a film-maker at that time, on the Channel 4 sitcom
Spaced and
Shaun of the Dead. But it's perhaps Wright's first feature to feel, in a positive way, like the work of a director for hire: every flourish and trick here isn't in service of a singular creative vision so much as a great, rumbling excitement machine.