Snatching at straws.

Rating: 3/10 (13 November 2001)

Possibly the most loathsome film that I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. The script a joke, the direction a joke, the story a joke, characters a joke. Not a joke in the ha ha sense but in the sense that you wish you had more than popcorn to throw at the screen.
The main problem with this picture is that it is trying to be something which it is not. A - it tries t be humorous B - it tries to be original and C - it tries to be that great white elephant, cool. Possibly if one hadn't seen Lock Stock... this would have passed the time with a slight modicum of enjoyment. But no, we get a rehashed, regurgitated, reject. The witty raconteur between characters in the "Bleedin' barrel o' cockney monkeys" (to quote the Fast Show) style becomes irksome and boring after about five minutes. The characters we have shoved in our faces have all the grace and subtlety of a deranged mongoose
But my main bugbear is the direction. It can only be described as 'CRASH' cinematography. I'll try and explain. 1) Cut from previous scene. 2) Loud music with heavy beat. 3) Man/ woman walking. 4) Said man/ woman stops walking. 5) Said man/ woman says something witty to other character. 6) Other character retorts with something equally witty. 7) Cut to next scene and repeat.
When I watch wrestling I may enjoy this style, but I would rather wrestle a bear with an eating disorder than watch this drivel again.