Caine’s trademark, late-career grace saves the first half of this most unsubtle, paranoid anti-chav nightmare about a widowed British pensioner (and, conveniently, ex–Royal Marine) who goes all Charles Bronson on the underage ruffians who menace his council estate. While his character stands-up to the worst one-dimensional sociopaths immigration has to offer (the movie’s lurid ethnic profiling points a shaking finger at the offspring of Irish and West Indians), the great actor can’t prop up the movie’s cavalcade of daft cops, preposterous standoffs and fascistic heroics. Mortimer is particularly disconcerting as a boneless detective. Death Wish By Way of Last Orders is nearly entertaining in its spleen — but that aftertaste is pissy.