Tom Hardy's 'best work' is on Netflix but fans only have days to watch
Tom Hardy enthusiasts have just days left to stream the gripping 2015 biographical drama 'Legend' on Netflix before it departs at the end of May. The film delves into the notorious lives of the Kray twins, infamous 1960s London gangsters, with Hardy delivering a stellar performance in the dual roles of Ronald and Reginald Kray.
The criminal brothers, Ronnie and Reggie, were deeply entrenched in the East End's underworld, engaging in everything from armed robberies to 'protection rackets', and even murder. They led a feared gang and owned the Knightsbridge nightclub Esmeralda's Barn, which became a famed celebrity haunt and is prominently featured in the movie.
Critics and audiences alike have lauded Hardy's portrayal of the twins, with some hailing it as his finest acting display. A Rotten Tomatoes reviewer was impressed: "Unreal movie. Tom Hardy gives two of the best performances of his career at once here.
"Christopher Eccleston is amazing here; he's been one of my favourite English actors since I saw him in Doctor Who. It's really fun to see the Krays fight each other knowing that Tom Hardy is playing both of them – just a masterclass in visual effects."
The double dose of Hardy has certainly won over fans, with one review saying: "I already love Tom Hardy to death; putting two of him in one movie is outright cheating!", reports the Daily Record.
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"Legend offers a gripping portrayal of the infamous Kray twins, brought to life through Tom Hardy's remarkable dual performance. His ability to distinctly embody both Ronnie and Reggie Kray is nothing short of impressive, showcasing his exceptional range as an actor."
In Legend Tom Hardy steals the show with an incredible double-act, playing both Ronnie and Reggie Kray to critical acclaim. One viewer was captivated by the film, stating: "Brilliantly captures 60s London and the Krays' story."
Meanwhile, another praised the authentic feel of the movie, noting it captured the "gritty and volatile essence" of the period.
However, opinions on the movie are divided, with "Legend" holding a 60% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. A critique points out that the biopic isn't quite the knockout some expected, with one review arguing: "Based on the true story of the gangsters the Kray brothers, the film should have been a perfect showcase for hunky Tom Hardy's creative range and talent. Instead, it's a half-realised piece of Hollywood entertainment that never goes deep enough to be anything spectacular."
Tom Hardy fans needing a fix can catch him in "Legend" on Netflix until May 30.
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