Unlike your conventonal thief, he doesn't spend months on planning. He walks into a bank, assuming that the sight of a gun will frighten people enough to keep them quiet, while his boys complete their business. The similarity between Thaddeus O'Sullivan's film and John Boorman's The General, which chronicled the exploits of the cop-taunting, eccentric Martin Cahill, is too close to question. By adding embellishments, writer Gerry Stembridge only makes an incredible story more so. Spacey handles the accent better than the body language.
American actors have a confidence that gives their relationship with the camera a special intimacy.
Spacey turns Lynch into a supercrook. There is no blarney in the man, no humour. At least, Boorman used Irish actors. The ease at which Lynch mocks the local police becomes disconcerting, as does the contemporary soundtrack, destined for a record store near you. Either the law is an ass, or this gunman is a hero.