There's a reason Michael Caine is Christian Bale's butler. After getting pinched with a rap sheet a mile long he had to strike a deal, and that entailed witness protection in America. Cleaning up after Batman allows him to vicariously relive his violent glory days. Ray Liotta could only have dreamed of such a sweet deal.
On the surface, a post-modern transposition of a typical American crime drama onto the atypical landscape of England's bleak industrial north. The grit & grime of the place infects & infuses the standard film noir conventions with a level of violence & depravity rarely seen. However, beneath this surface, the film offers an insightful study on the futility of vengeance; as death stalks its characters, like a shadow.
Upon rewatching, I'm gonna have to add this to my list of favourite British films. It's so much more than the synopsis above would have you believe. It offers an unrelentingly grim portrait of Britain and does an amazing job in depicting the stupidity and insanity of the revenge.
Sordid and mean spirited pulp with a classic score, and probably the british gangster film par excellence. Michael Caine, in a brutal but cool performance, plays the avenger Jack Carter, a London racketeer who goes to the foggy Newcastle trying to get the people who killed his brother. Seriously nihilistic, bleak and vividly detailed.
I'm used to seeing Michael Caine as the polite, mild-mannered gentleman, but damn does he pack a punch in this. I expected something a little lighter too. It's a pretty bleak film, especially the second half when Carter goes on a rampage. Loved the shots of North East England too. By the time the movie ended I felt drained, but in a good way.