Writer/director Stewert Sugg's big-screen debut tells the tale of a group of people who take all sorts of exciting drugs, and act in all sorts of exciting illegal ways. And that's about all they do.
There is some semblance of a plot, but its attempts to be `surreal' fail abysmally. It tries all at once to be a Brit flick and an American indie-pic, but misses on both halves - - like genetically splicing Peter Cushing and Whoopi Goldberg, and creating "Peter Goldberg" instead of the alternative, far more hilarious, possibility.
Remorseless and inconsequential murder doesn't a good movie make. Rather, it leaves an unpleasant bitterness in the mouth that no toothpaste, no matter how stripy, can remove. Plot holes, average acting, and a misunderstanding of the crime genre make for 90 minutes of tedious dross. And Sean Hughes is only in it for three minutes, so don't be fooled by that cast list.
Verdict:
NO VERDICT
