Monday, October 12, 2009

London (2005)

If Guy Ritchie were to try his hand at an hommage to Woody Allen, the result might be something like this.

Most of the action takes place in a well-appointed upstairs bathroom in one of two gorgeous homes that provide the backdrop of Hunter Richards's film.

These locations appear to be the only likeable things the debut writer-director wished to include, but in spite of all of his best efforts to make this a truly hateful spectacle, I did get kind of carried along by his expletive-packed script.

Perhaps it's because relationships between strangers is a topic that appeals to me, or maybe I can't find it in myself not to warm to Jason Statham, who appears to think he's in some sort of coke and tequila-fuelled bromance.

Grade: B

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