
It's got to the stage where moaning about the glut of UK gangster flicks is like moaning about the weather. No matter how much you whine, those storm clouds are still going to gather and soak you to the skin. Similarly, no matter how much we all rant at the unimaginative, effin' and blindin', gun-totin' Brit-dross that's pissed on our screens, we're still buffeted by mindless Brit gangster flick after mind-less Brit gangster flick.
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