Tepid and only partially comprehensible, Robert Carlisle's British bankrobbers-gone-awry flick is disappointing on so many levels, but largely the fault lies with the script's pro-Socialist commentary that inserts chatty monologues into every scene. Snooze. Not surprising, considering Antonia Bird's work has been headed steadily downhill since 1994's Priest. (Of course, how will we ever forget the tagline, "The blag to kill for. Only one of them meant it for real.")
Categorically one of the worst films ever made, Gary Oldman's meditation on gritty urban drug-abusing/wife-beating life is never poignant or impressive, unless you consider jerky camerawork a sign of genius. The violence, foul language, and drug use all serve no purpose except to generate more violence, foul language, and drug use -- and that hardly merits a film. It just goes to show that if you get famous enough, you can do whatever you want. I just didn't know Oldman was this famous.