Running Man

Making a muscular, fun-enough adaptation of The Running Man is at once beneath him and beyond him.

Edgar Wright’s exhilarating adaptation of Stephen King’s novel could propel the Texan actor into the stratosphere.

The result is something akin to a Paul Verhoeven film: the ’80s urban nightmare of RoboCop crossed with the cheekily iconoclastic satire of Starship Troopers.

...nothing short of entertainment.

Powell may not share the thundering screen presence of his predecessor (who does?), but he makes a hell of a sturdy lead—and a much more sincere one.

The relentless pace generates enough of an endorphin rush to power the movie beyond plausibility nitpicking.