The Ritchie formula: well-spoken, quirky, but generally simple men fill the screen with “witty,” lingo-filled exchanges on their quest to find a stolen/misplaced/lost object of particular affection, glued together with funky and razor-sharp edits and angry guitars. Not an improvement over or any more original than his previous films. It’s all a little reminiscent of Soderbergh’s Ocean’s Eleven and sequels.
Butler is not entertaining enough to be that cocky, and none of the other characters are particularly engaging.
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