I walked out of my first screening of The Purge absolutely livid. The core concept was great and the marketing campaign was wildly impressive; how could they squander all that by delivering a film that’s just your standard home-invasion movie? However, the time came when I had no choice but to give the feature another go and with my ski-high expectations long gone, I was surprised and somewhat disturbed to find myself enjoying the experience. Without the hope that The Purge would breathe new life into the genre with the brilliant concept of a government-mandated, 12-hour period during which all crime is legal, I was able to accept the film for what it is: mindless entertainment. It’s still unfortunate that James DeMonaco had a logline with all the potential in the world and essentially took it nowhere, but between the momentum that comes from learning about this fascinating futuristic policy and then the string of average yet effective action sequences, it’s easy to look passed the fact that Lena Headey is reduced to a helpless nothing, the kids are downright moronic and the Sandin family basically sealed their own fates through a string of stupid decisions, sit back, relax and revel in their misfortune.