A marathon viewing of the trilogy leaves one with an oppressive feeling of bricks on your chest, trapped in darkness... which doesn't sound inviting but it is an engrossing journey. The first and third by themselves are a little weak, but this strong second act elevates the whole; it is the series' moral compass, although there are other reluctant heroes along the way. Considine as Hunter is a revelation.
Second entry in the trilogy expands on the first film in clever and surprising ways, while managing to plumb similar depths without just being a repeat. Excellent performances all around, and incredibly stylish, though never at the expense of the story finely-crafted by screenwriter Tony Grisoni. Excellent score by Dickon Hinchliffe.
A disorienting six-year jump from the last film leaves you trying to remember which British dude is which. Strangely this only adds to the claustrophobic, doom-ridden atmosphere, like a glass trapping Considine's Hunter, suffocating him over ninety agonizing minutes. The ending is just pitch-dark.
This was a fair follow-up to the first part of a thriller trilogy, all tied-up by a serial killer and police corruption. Again, the photography is pretty, showing Yorkshire moors and rain. At its best it was pretty exciting.
Perhaps a slightly more consistently well made film than 1974, but without the heights of that film or Garfield's award-worthy performance. I did however quite like the way they wrapped the film up and the ending was legitimately surprising. I'm interested to see how 1983 ends of the trilogy.