By Peter Killip. Picture one of those blue plastic bags you get from a corner shop/ off licence, now picture it stuffed full of really shite generic European and vaguely American sounding accents, next up: a cackling Dominic West (underneath approximately 2.5 stone of ill conceived prosthetic villain face) begins smashing
It’s a fackin’ cockney crime caper, you cunt. Sirus is a part-time cabbie controller, part-time heroin courier, and a full-time happy chappie. He’s therefore blissfully ignorant as he walks into the old bill’s trap to smash the drug ring. But the psychopathic detective that’s after him doesn’t just want him arrested
By Peter Killlip. "All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again." Gods bless Netflix, it's been an absolute age since I last viewed this beauty. Going some distance to argue that sometimes a re-boot can not only work but actually(whisper it)
By Peter Killip. I'm going to go out on a severed limb here and say I'm not the biggest fan of Classic horror remakes, usually bearing all the class of hearing a hen party screech your favourite song in a kebab shop at 2 am. This one though, I wasn't hugely
By Peter Killip. After side-stepping yet another Liam Neeson outing this week, I happened upon this release, I'd almost forgotten it completely, no bombastic fan fare to mark it's arrival, a complete lack of the constant bludgeoning of recent T.V. spots and the like, figured - "Bugger it, it'll kill a
