Number One? More like a pile of number twos
You'd think with a cast of top-rate Brit thespians and the reliable premise of 1960s gangster action you'd be in for a treat with this, but you'd be so far wrong you'd probably need to sit down in a darkened room for ten minutes to fully comprehend how mistaken you actually were.
The dire-log doesn't just border on cockney pastiche, it positively revels in it. It's like listening to Derek & Clive doing a gangster parody. It's terrible. It's cringe worthy. The cast do a marvellous job just keeping a straight face when delivering their lines. In the opening 5 minutes McDowell does a completely random take to camera, delivers a shockingly appalling line to the audience - something which doesn't occur for the rest of the film. (Random takes to camera, that is, regrettably the film is chock-full of dodgy lines!) The director seems too preoccupied with nifty stylistics - some of which admittedly work quite well - to be bothered with the niceties of 3 dimensional characters or believable dialogue. And the film suffers all the more for it. Life's too short to watch crap films. Avoid this one like it limped into town covered in buboes and ringing a bell, it is two hours of your life that you will simply not get back. |
