It starts off like one of those Guatemalan after-dinner stories. The teller is known to you and for a while you listen with a smile on your face, tickled by the way the tale is being told.
But sometimes, as happened here, the story will start to spin in circles of decreasing fascination, and your cheeriness will slowly subside as the punchline edges nearer, like una decepción anunciada.
It doesn't help that Ritchie's script lacks a central protagonist — the eponymous rocknrolla is a minor, rather distracting character really. And the only real sting in its tail is the brazen threat of a sequel.