Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels director Guy Ritchie heads back to the London underworld for this hyperkinetic crime comedy concerning a shady land deal that leaves every schemer in the city determined to get rich or die trying.
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Didn't feel like finishing it, so I didn't. It's not that it's bad, it's more that Guy Ritchie seems to think it's amazing (which it certainly isn't). What can one say about a director whose best film is his first film. 2/5
Ritchie's films are an acquired taste, and this one is really just more of the same - a whole lot of style and attitude that never really builds up to anything. It's surprisingly dull, juggling so many characters and convoluted intersecting plots that none of them really develops any suspense. It has some elements that work, but ultimately it's just shrill, annoying, and forgettable.
Total shit - like with any Ritchie movie, the trailer makes it look like the funnest film ever, and it turns out to be totally non-engaging, with all the characters really having one attribute: being pissed.
Fun, fun & fun. Humor, comedy, action & thrill; whtaever you want. Great soundtrack. Completely crazy & insane guys doing a lot of bullshit. Masterfully put in scene. Superb actors at work; all of them. Twists & turns all over. Wow, just watch it.
Ritchie is trying so hard to be some kind of Tarantino. But, as we can see, it's going too bad. Every "satiric" and "hilarious" moments in this movie makes me cry like a little girl, because they are so artificialy installed, which makes them quite lame.
"Archie: People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.". Has one of the best soundtrack's ever!
This is not cluttered, not dull, not too cliched, not even dumb. It is immature, natch, but like a comic strip rather than, say, a dire Wertmuller-derived anti-erotic fantasy, so it's an enormous step in the right direction for Ritchie, who also shows that he has a few kinky ideas of his own, ideas which Wertmuller, not to mention Madonna, would be too blase and "bougie" to take seriously. But I do.