Ritchie gives us an entertaining, rickety Trabant car-chase at the very beginning, but from then on the forthright verities of action and tension are abandoned in favour of supposed stylishness, creamy art direction and uninteresting dialogue
feels more suave and restrained than his typically hyperkinetic fare, trading rough-and-tumble attitude for pretty-boy posturing. And though the pic is solidly made, its elegant vintage flavor simply doesn't feel modern enough
even the staging of things is clever, like a major action sequence that plays out mainly in the background of a very sedate and calm shot of one of the characters. It feels like Ritchie isn't trying too hard here, but instead simply relaxed into the era
conceptually it's got a few things going for it and it's not unenjoyable to sit through, but, at the same time, the tone and creative register never feel confident and settled. It's not bad but not quite good enough either