One thing about movies that aren’t that good. They make easy
movies to write about and take up less time. This is one of those movies.
A London gangster is captured and wakes to find himself in a
small Italian town. He has no idea why he’s there or who has taken him. He gets
glimpses of what was going on just before, his being shot in the middle of a
club in London, but never enough to quite be sure of what is happening.
As the story moves forward he meets an elderly business owner
in town and befriends him. This man continues to ask him if he remembers
anything but refuses to reveal what is happening and why he is there. He sees
various things happening to the old man’s family. He sees a young man who is
after the old man’s granddaughter and doesn’t like him but can’t quite say why.
He also continues to have flashbacks to his own father from when he was young.
To find a way to let you know what’s happening, which most
will figure out early on, and it not be a total spoiler is near impossible.
Suffice to say that by the end you don’t really care. The pacing is terrible,
the acting is okay and the most anger inducing thing it that Ray Winstone’s
name was used to sell this picture to fans but his part is so small. No, that’s
not him in the lead role, he’s the dad that is remembered.
This is one of those movies that you watch and at the end
realize you had it figured out within the first 20 minutes and wonder why you
bothered with the following 70 afterward. It leaves you feeling nothing. The
best I can say is that it wasn’t the worst movie I’ve even sat through even
though it tried to be that film.
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