Amazon Verified Purchase. Those orange letters mock me for having - yet again - bought another turkey on the strength of other reviews.
With an excellent assembled British cast (well, three decent actors and that annoying loud bird from Eastenders) and a tantalising synopsis, plus overwhelming 4 & 5 star reviews, I figured what could go wrong? As it happens, a great deal.
Quick brief as follows; mean businessman (Conway) hires detective (Pertwee) to track down and bring his wife's lover (Compston) to a deserted warehouse, where he can be 'persuaded' to move his amorous advances elsewhere.
It all starts off promisingly with a gritty film-noir feel, subdued lighting, and minimal dialogue. There is a nice piece of power struggle between the businessman and detective; the former trying to assert his alphamale position. Then we are introduced to the hapless victim, played well by Compston (though you would do far better to catch him in 'The Disappearance of Alice Creed'). Cue a gloriously dead-pan comedic scene regarding The Shining and confusion over the victim's name. So far so good.
However, once the wife (Wareing) makes an entrance it all goes belly-up, and everything that was done well in the preceeding 30-40 minutes is forgotten about in the ensuing mess. From there nothing worked well: be it Wareing's jarring, foul-mouthed, Cockney bad-girl impersonation; the plot 'twist' which required a suspension of belief of epic proportions; the ham-fisted lead-up involving numerous thrown cigarettes and a bargaining chip-cum-cigarette lighter; the naff ending which befitted more a TV kitchen-sink drama.
In short thoroughly disappointed that Four could have been so much better, and a film which is far weaker than the sum of its parts.