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?