When a movie quickly establishes that it’s not going for realism, I appreciate its up-front honesty and buckle up for fun. After a flood of literally biblical proportions, we’re in a vaguely dystopian London in which an embittered cop and a twittish psychologist try to track down a serial killer, eventually coming face to face with the essence of evil itself. It’s preposterous. I love the look of this film. The visuals are absolutely dazzling, the garish strobing lighting, the acute repetitive angles, the claustrophobic close-up-heavy cinematography; its blaring action Verhoeven, its noirish languor Blade Runner. Rutger Hauer’s oddly-chosen-but-convincing American accent is a nice touch.