At first I thought I was trapped in a badly edited version of Guy Ritchie's brilliant piece, Snatch (2000). Then I realised that the seasoned, talented cast was missing as was the fine screenplay and tight direction. (Well, Alan Ford was in both films, as Brick Top in Snatch, as Harry in this film.) The artwork for the credits looked a little too familiar, and the props, language, and atmosphere seemed recycled.
Instead of the wealth of fun and wry humour of Snatch, one has a jumbled mess about a deadly feud between those who work at a strip club and a gang of criminal werewolves. The fake blood was unconvincing, the fights were ridiculously bad, and the gratuitous full frontal female nudity (first third of the film) was 12 on a scale of 1 to 10. The werewolf makeup was not well executed, and I could have done without the werewolves masturbating.
On the positive side, Robert England's performance was good, but also quite short. Lysette Anthony was OK in a cameo, and there were a few laughs.
Did I identify with any of the characters? No. Did I empathise with any? No. Were the few laughs worth the overall low quality of the film? No. Was the climactic battle interesting? Well, no.
Instead of the wealth of fun and wry humour of Snatch, one has a jumbled mess about a deadly feud between those who work at a strip club and a gang of criminal werewolves. The fake blood was unconvincing, the fights were ridiculously bad, and the gratuitous full frontal female nudity (first third of the film) was 12 on a scale of 1 to 10. The werewolf makeup was not well executed, and I could have done without the werewolves masturbating.
On the positive side, Robert England's performance was good, but also quite short. Lysette Anthony was OK in a cameo, and there were a few laughs.
Did I identify with any of the characters? No. Did I empathise with any? No. Were the few laughs worth the overall low quality of the film? No. Was the climactic battle interesting? Well, no.