Get Carter ★★★½

Kitchen sink and pulp grotesque, held together by a cool that verges on cold, hearselike: sleek, dark, and in service of death. Mostly a triumph of atmosphere, turning Newcastle into one of the great noir cities, seizing on the emptiness of its own tropiness and sense of sleaze (and misogyny, alas). Caine cries watching a 16mm porno print in an empty room; his voice echoes off brutalist concrete, a cry of nothing.