From the very early scenes it is obvious that this is going to turn into a "blag gone wrong" movie.
One smart criminal has recruited a "gang" of sub-normal associates. When he goes to pick up the driver we are confronted by a scene in which the drivers daughter turns up after an "all-nighter" with her policeman boyfriend. Policeman boyfriend !!!! Yeah, there's the standard father-daughter row, and from there it starts to go downhill rapidly. The dullest of the group is allotted the task of grabbing the "large" notes and proceeds to fail at this simple task, the absolute limit of 4 minutes in the target blows out through idiocy. And on and on and on .... every scene more unbelievable than the preceding one.
Of course there's the obligatory "love-interest" .... the woman keeps bobbing up every ten minutes or so, nothing to do with the plot, nothing to do with anything except our mastermind's early life which is totally irrelevant. All she does is to divert from the rapidly unraveling thread of the film, but it does give you time to go and get a cup of coffee.
Then the various shootouts start. Somehow the film maker got London confused with Dodge City. We have a street gunfight with the (unarmed) British police and a gunfight in a police station.
Deary me. What a sad mish-mash of a movie. Unbelievable.
One smart criminal has recruited a "gang" of sub-normal associates. When he goes to pick up the driver we are confronted by a scene in which the drivers daughter turns up after an "all-nighter" with her policeman boyfriend. Policeman boyfriend !!!! Yeah, there's the standard father-daughter row, and from there it starts to go downhill rapidly. The dullest of the group is allotted the task of grabbing the "large" notes and proceeds to fail at this simple task, the absolute limit of 4 minutes in the target blows out through idiocy. And on and on and on .... every scene more unbelievable than the preceding one.
Of course there's the obligatory "love-interest" .... the woman keeps bobbing up every ten minutes or so, nothing to do with the plot, nothing to do with anything except our mastermind's early life which is totally irrelevant. All she does is to divert from the rapidly unraveling thread of the film, but it does give you time to go and get a cup of coffee.
Then the various shootouts start. Somehow the film maker got London confused with Dodge City. We have a street gunfight with the (unarmed) British police and a gunfight in a police station.
Deary me. What a sad mish-mash of a movie. Unbelievable.