As a Tom Hardy fan, I went into "Bronson" expecting a gritty drama with some psychological aspects — maybe a bit like "Chopper" or "A Clockwork Orange" with less flair. What I didn’t expect was a brutal, theatrical fever dream with Hardy at the center, completely unhinged and utterly magnetic.
Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn, "Bronson" isn’t just based on the life of Britain’s most violent prisoner. It feels more like it's being told by him, from inside his fractured mind. Hardy acts like a man possessed, with panache. It's bizarre. It’s brutal. And it’s impossible to look away.
