This is one of the worst British films of the nineties. A dreadful plot about double crossing lovers, Mafia hitmen and a stolen £3 million is further hampered by a revolting score, the worst acting I've seen outside of an PG Tips commercial (if you want to know how Bad, Angus Deayton plays one of the hitmen) and editing so incompetent my only guess is those PG Tips chimps have been moonlighting as Avid operators. It's as sexy as a Haynes manual for the Volvo 420 but less amusing, as predictable as gravity and about as stylish as "Ernest Goes To Jail".
Richard Harris is the one "star", appearing in a couple of scenes that are so badly lit and shot, they must both have been dashed off in five minutes while Harris waited for his Guinness to settle. Actually the cinematography deserves a special mention for its consistent ugliness, but frankly the script wins the "worst of a bad bunch" award, especially the useless attempts at comedy banter. Dialogue example: him, "I want to make love to you"; her, "I don't have five minutes to spare" (Wagga, Wagga!) Make no mistake, despite the "jokes" in the script, Angus Deayton, and a scene where someone gets electrocuted in the testicles, this film is distressingly laugh free. It's not even unintentionally amusing in its ineptness, just tiresome.
Mark Ezra's film owes an obvious debt to Tarantino. An amoral comedy crime flick about lovers on the run with someone else's money, the script must have looked like a British "True Romance" to the luckless investors. Unfortunately the final result seems less like that film and more like those "Comic Strip Presents" spoofs of Hollywood movies, like "GLC" or "Strike", only without the irony. Mark Ezra is not the British Tarantino, he's the Nineties Ed Wood.
