Pathetic movie, in every single facet of its putrid being.
Here we have a slapdash piss-take excuse for a motion picture, the apex of post-Lock Stock rip-off … whatever this giant bucket of crap was or wished to be. Folk swear incessantly because the writer cant think of any dialogue. Visually it’s bollocks, and not even in a quirky way. Every single manky British actor in this is an embarrassment, a wee scrotum barely worthy of a TV soap. Even Robert Carlyle started to grate.
I’m so happy this movie bombed at the box office because I like to see bad things on this planet fail. Samuel L. Jackson appears to feature as he wanted to conduct a bit of anthropology.
Fucking awful.
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