Talk about a bloodbath. The producers of “Dredd” wanted to make a version of the comic book character that would make audiences forget about the much-derided Sylvester Stallone one. That, uh, didn’t quite work out. Despite its apparently more faithful adaptation of the source material (I say “supposedly” because the only time I ever read a Dredd comic book it was one of those gratuitous crossovers with Batman), the film took a beating at the box office. In fact, it was pretty much a bloodbath for the film’s investors. The movie itself, though? I thought it was kinda rad. But then again, watching a movie where people get shot to pieces or get splattered against hard concrete every few seconds without any regard for good taste is most definitely an acquired taste. In the violent, over-the-top world that is “Dredd”, it kinda makes sense, though. Karl Urban is badass as the head lawman, and Olivia Thirby is damn cute. Plus, Lena Headey as an ex-pros turned drug dealer with a nasty looking scar, who somehow still looks ridiculously hot? You can’t beat that.