Actor-producer James Clayton’s directorial debut options himself as a legal with no identify (he’s simply known as “The Thief”) however with a code of honour of kinds, stubble and an attractively croaky baritone voice. When he nicks a wodge of money from a legal gang led by Temple (Britain’s personal hardman for rent, Vinnie Jones) and steals a automotive from considered one of Temple’s underlings, he finds a shock within the trunk: Temple’s closely pregnant spouse Mia (Lina Lecompte). However the thief is a pleasant man, so as a substitute of, say, taking pictures his stowaway (who's making an attempt to flee her violent husband) he brings her together with him as they attempt to shake the numerous hench-people Temple sends after them.
Though the gobs of fisticuffs and gunfire that punctuate the plot are so generic they could as effectively have been designed by a online game algorithm, and the appearing is merely sufficient at greatest, the script credited to Cooper Bibaud, Danny Mac and Clayton has a little bit of snap and crackle, with the odd genuinely wry one-liner and semi-clever gag. The excessively uneven enhancing, nevertheless, represents a significant irritant – as does the over-insistent rating that punctuates and underscores the motion all through with plenty of pressing drumming and horn parps.
In brief, this isn't superb however there are worse issues you possibly can be watching as you go to sleep on the couch after a heavy night time’s consuming, which is precisely what it looks like this was designed for.
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