I don’t know quite what I was thinking when I went to see this film as it is full of everything I personally hate. Low-life gangsters. Drugs. Violence. Liberal use of ‘pussy’ and the c-word, which I loathe so much I cannot say it myself. My son, when he was little, once overheard it somewhere and asked me what it meant and I said it was a sort of German bundt cake, but crispier, and for years I lived in terror he would be presented with a German bundt, but crispier, and exclaim, ‘Wow, great c-word!’ — but this isn’t about the film, is it?
So, the film. Yes, it’s full of everything I personally hate but this does not, necessarily, make it a hateful film. It is well acted. It turns the same old, same old gangster thriller screws, but with a fine eye for tension and keeping the audience emotionally involved.

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