
Wielding a golf club like a samurai sword, Samuel L Jackson strides through a hotel reception smashing seven shades out of a gang of Nazi skinheads. Shoving another swastika-sporting yob to the floor, he barks ""Stay down, bitch!"", hops into a Jag and tears off down a crowded city street for one of the best car chases in years... He's wearing a kilt. The city is Liverpool. This is not your average British movie.
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