Film Reviews by AL

To be fair, calling this dreary parade of hackneyed mockney geezer and posh chap cameos a pound shop Tarantino exaggerates its value by one pound. Not even bad enough to be unintentionally funny, just dull. It may have a good ending, but you will need a heroic tolerance of boredom to find out. Mine failed after an hour.

Watching this film felt like shuffling in shackles through an exhibition of exceptionally fine monochrome photographs arranged in a vague narrative sequence, while a large animal issued an interminable cry of pain from the bottom of a well nearby. The overwhelming sensation upon the arrival of the final credits was one of relief.