Despite its promising cast and iconic London setting, All Things To All Men fails to grab your attention and run off through Regent Street with it. Slow paced, confused and anti-climactic, the best part of the film is when Lenny Kravitz’s Are You Gonna Go My Way is, for some reason, blared out over the credits; allowing you to get your air guitar on with careless abandon. What is it with action films set in the capital and their inability to be remotely entertaining?
Monday tomorrow, innit? Nay bother, let the noisy world of FILMS OUT THIS WEEK drift over your eyes like a lovely, expensive breeze, and ponder what you should watch this week as a reward for being ever so good. Who needs words when you have movey movey pictures, after all?
Dexter Fletcher’s sensational directorial debut is a gangster film with almost no gangstering in it. Featuring a meticulously well-crafted cast, an engaging story, a script which is by turns heartbreaking and hilarious and a totally believable central performance, this film couldn’t be less like Guy Ritchie’s nonsensical oeuvre if it managed to sustain a relationship with Madonna. Superb.