I like a good action flick. And I enjoy Avant Garde existentialist cinema. When a director well known for his cheery mockney gangster flicks tries his hand at something a bit more Ingmar Bergman the result is either going to be the discovery of a hitherto uinknown artistic genius or a complete mess. In this film Guy Ritchie demonstrates ad nauseum that he is not a hitherto undiscovered artistic genius.
It's not that I am unwilling to watch something different to what I had expected. I have sat through many films that challenged my preconceptions and many of them I have enjoyed thoroughly. It's just that it is a very bad piece of film making. Every directorial decision is pretty much a duffer, right down to the decision to put Jason Statham into a comedy wig for the entire film. The usual Ritchie plot elements, various shades of villain double crossing each other in a hunt for a central treasure, in this case a big stash of drugs, are present and correct, but overlaid with a confused metaphysical mess that detracts from the film. The underlying heist/con story is poorly done, recycling too many plot elements from Ritchie's previous films and very sloppily directed. He has obviously watched Kill Bill and decided to shoe horn in a bit of animation, which is pointless and disjoints the film even further.
The whole thing is a confused mess of two hours, which left me with a lot of questions. With other films such as Seventh Seal I would happily rewatch them to try and get some answer, but nothing would induce me to rewatch this turkey. 1 star.