Cast: Tom Wilkinson, Thandie Newton
Direction: Guy Ritchie
If it’s director Ritchie, it must be either gossip about his going-going-gone split with wife Madonna. Or it must be his new movie which will, inevitably, deal with underworld goons trying to grab other underworld goons’ money, amounting to billions, zillions, gazillions.
It always remains a mystery what these multi-digit-figure looters eventually end up doing with the hot cash. Either they get killed or smoke cigars or show up in RockNrolla in which a Russian mobster craves a chunky slice of London’s booming real estate. The screenplay is as puzzling as a high-brow crossword.
All that we can decipher is that a veteran gangster (Wilkinson) is into plotting, planning and pickling of a plan that involves millions, an amount which is perhaps the tip of the ice lolly being coveted by anyone who’s someone here, including a rock star whom we would never want to see at concert.
By a turn of implausible circumstances, the rock star druggie -- not very subtly named Johnny Quid (Toby Kebell) – lands up with the hot millions. In case, we are missing the female quotient, there’s an accountant (Thandie Newton) who has the memory of an elephant and the duplicitous eyes of a femme fatale. Just in case any stereotype is missing, characters keep multiplying like rabbits.
Shot on high-definition video, this RockNSteal caper isn’t as slick or speedy as Ritchie’s cult heist flicks Lock, Stock and Smoking Barrel and Snatch. It has its stray moments of sly wit (like a dig at the Ivory-Merchant movies of yore) and madcap gags but that’s it. Snatch at your own peril.