Hoping to raise enough capital to finance a legitimate business and leave behind his life of crime, Liverpool underworld boss Ged Brennan sends his brother Ratter and a crew to pull a daring final heist. But when Ratter kills a drug kingpin during the job, Brennan must turn to rival crook Franner to avert an all-out gangland war.
“Ged” (Scot Williams) has made a very good living over the years and now lives an outwardly respectable life with his family in London. Meantime, though, he is investing a cool £250,000 in one last scheme to raise him millions and hopefully set him on the straight and narrow. The thing is, his lieut
... enants - led by “Ratter” (Kenny Doughty) are bored living on what they perceive to be the scraps. They know that there’s way more cash to be made if they start dealing hard drugs. “Ged” wants no truck with this, but egged on by his pal “Paul” (Philip Olivier), “Ratter” is determined that he will get his way - by hook or by crook. With the pressure mounting on their boss, revolution brewing amongst the troops and the deadly Serbs waiting in the wings to muscle in on this lucrative market, it’s going to take all “Ged” can muster to save himself and his family from the new world order. On the face of it, this is a solid gangster story but as to it’s execution - well that is just weak. Loads of faux-Scouse accents pepper the over-scripted drama; loads more Anglo-Saxon expletives don’t make these actors into plausible hard-men and the whole thing looks like it’s a low budget episode from a 1980s television series. Some of it is intentionally distasteful and on occasion that does work at illustrating just how odious, depraved and greedy some of this gang are, but so often those scenes seem here for their own gratification rather than to put any meat on the bones of these characters and at just over two hours, it takes far too long to get to anything like a sharp end about which I’d lost interest after some random sexually fluid brutality in a penthouse. It’s based on a fairly graphic novel and I think it’d be best just to read that and let your own imagination do the work that Adrian Vitoria doesn’t manage to do, here. This is just poor, sorry.
