As Dad Savage opens with a Tarantino-esque character monologue, backed by the stirring clatter and strum of The Jam's Going Underground, your cinematic senses might be alerted that something tantalisingly good is about to follow. Something the British film industry can be really proud of. Sadly, that sensation quickly fades as Betsan Morris Evans' debut feature reveals itself to be the latest in a long line of crime thriller clones that ultimately fail to deliver.
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