You have to feel sorry for Ritchie.
Sure, his last two films were awful. But this latest gangster romp - in which Wilkinson's London hoodlum does a deal with a Russian gangster - proves to be a passably exciting entertainment. Yet he still gets strips torn off him. Oh, well. At least he don't have that Madge rabitting in 'is King Lear no more.
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