There’s a lot factoring into how a movie experience would go for you. While disappointment often trails the extreme hype buzzing around the film, the feeling of a pleasant surprise once in a while is a direct consequence of how low your expectations were in the first place. I’m elated to relay that neither reason has been a matter of impact when it comes to just how much I truly savored every morsel of the dicey, racist cops v. struggling, ethically grey criminals of the black community tropes that Steven Craig Zahler’s neo-noir crime thriller “Dragged Across Concrete” presented on a keenly entertaining platter. Not often does the 159-minute runtime of a slow-burn passage of tense progression get injected with so much adrenaline that I would very much suggest having snacks to chomp on so as to give your fingernails a break. Granted, “Dragged Across Concrete” is...