Guy Ritchie's mainstream rehash of his Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, the same collection of "colorful" characters (Bullet-Tooth Tony, Franky Four Fingers, Boris the Blade, et al.), the same hectic crisscross of underworld factions, the same violent collision of these, and the same stylistic superficiality, flashiness, trendiness, and conformism that earmark this movie for the young. (Eternal pushovers for the superficial, the flashy, the trendy, the conformist.) There is one faintly amusing stretch when the director forgoes the time-saving device of crosscutting in favor of laboriously backing up and going over the same ground several times from different perspectives. And if the casting of Brad Pitt as an Irish gypsy (and, pursuing his calling in Fight Club, a bare-knuckle boxer) is a concession to the American market, it is a pretty fair joke to put in his mouth a dialect more unintelligible than any of those of the native Brits -- a common barrier, customarily, for British exports to the U.S. With Benicio Del Toro, Dennis Farina, Vinnie Jones, Jason Statham. (2001) — Duncan Shepherd
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