Can anyone explain why Ritchie did this? Was a repro simply called for by the bank? We know the man is no Eisenstein, but his patented snatch-and-grab formula of geezers, shootahs, comedy grotesques, flashbacks, slo-then-superquick mo and Laahndahn at least put him ahead of the Michael Bays et al. But he was meant to move on from there. This is a bad, bad regression to
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, where you might have thought that Ritchie had got the gangland thing out of his system with the garbled
Revolver.
There's not much point in summarising the plot, except that this time a flimsy Roman Abramovich caricature is the worst of a bad lot. There's also a Pete Dohertyesque rock star and Mark Strong narrating in a hackneyed voiceover whilst playing on his increasingly strong resemblance to Andy Garcia when called to act. That it's still more fun and inventive than many of its Hollywood counterparts is just a pyrrhic victory.
4/10
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