the latter. The men are ludicrously manly. The women are even manlier. The dialogue is composed entirely of swear words and rape references. Some proper actors (Terrence Howard, Harold Perrineau, Martin Donovan) have fun being properly potty-mouthed. Williams’ ssuper-butch cop is a thing of beauty. Mireille Enos does powerfully unladylike things. Schwarzenegger isn’t bad.
But the film around them is too, too much: too gruesome, too lockerroom, too busy, too populated, and too daft.