This theatrical melodrama takes place in a 19th century Cornish mining town (yes, that does sound a lot like Poldark - ask your mum). When a touring opera company arrives to give a performance in the town hall, it finds itself tangled up in a scam to offload worthless shares
By Peter Killip. You know when a film just suprises and kicks the shit out of you
By Peter Killip. Having bugger all in common with power tools and the like, we find this "Bosch" Playing out like a barnstorming "Cop on the edge" type show from the mid 90's that managed to pole vault the HBO lead TV Renaissance into the modern day, emerging on the other
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
