Thank You Mr. Ritchie, Sir

Rating: Null/10 (30 March 2002)

To those who can find nothing wrong with "Lock, Stock, And Two Smoking Barrels", here is some serious food for thought:
1. The title isn't that good. I mean, it's kind of lengthy. 2. Guy Ritchie is old enough to take decisions for himself, but personally I wouldn't have married Madonna, now that she has stopped singing "Like A Virgin" in her underwear and has jumped on the "pop diva" bandwagon and has had one in the oven from that dago dancer.
But that's just me. Other than that, I have to concede that Ritchie has come up with a perfect film, which is all the more admirable since it has only been his second directing effort. I just wish that he will continue to do films like that for the rest of his hopefully long life, and never venture into new territory.
In fact, Guy: leave that scrawny pop tart and marry me. OK, so she is loaded and famous and a girly and all that, and I am only an overweight cinema boffin who still has his hair cut by his mum and a dubious personal hygiene regimen, but I'd do ya if necessary, and I can give you more love and admiration than this trollop ever will.