Macon Blair’s stylishly scuzzy reboot of the cult-classic, ultraviolent superhero should never have been shelved Nothing makes me feel older than the inescapable, soul-crushing passage of time, which waits for no one and marches ever forward, towards — without any exceptions — our lonely deaths. But coming in second I would say it’s probably Troma, the little independent movie studio that could. And what it could do, was sleaze. Cheap, scuzzy, prurient sleaze with, somehow, a pervasive air of