When they weren’t regaling us with the latest blockbuster, putting on a 30-hour Star Trek marathon, or giving us a little taste of “Babs” Streisand, the Terrace Hippodrome would slip us a little surprise here and there. Say, for example, the quiet premiere of Nicolas Winding Refn’s Bronson. The semi-biography of Mickey Peterson (or , if you prefer his self-given moniker, Charles Bronson), Britain’s most violent criminal is a larger-than-life feast for the eyeballs. As a man who prides himself as a career criminal, Tom Hardy plays the title character with a zeal that is alternately hilarious and crap-in-your-pants frightening. Thanks to the Hippodrome’s big ass screen, a viewer can drink in the Kubrickian photography while actively staring or averting one’s gaze when our title character drops trow and lets his ding-dong flop about.