12 December 2013
One of those twisty thrillers with a conscience, painfully indebted to Get Carter, that makes you wish you were watching the real Michael Caine and not a bunch of aspiring thesps. A vaguely sleazy entrepreneur (Ian Pirie) lets a one-time friend (Michael McKell) use his London club and comes to regret it. An impressively nasty surprise in the first third - concerning bright goon, Mark (Glen Fox) - gives way to predictable silliness. Director Peter Stylianou doubles as scriptwriter. He should learn to delegate.
