peter young

Brilliant. Just brilliant. As good as the book which is saying a great deal.

Derivative, ponderous, self indulgent, sprawling confusing, pretentious. Only the magnificent Stephen Rea manages to look comfortable with his lines. The rest of a hugely talented cast mutter darkly between interminable pauses that invite an urgent journey to the coffee machine. Occasionally beautifully shot but overwhelmed by portentous music one wonders why anyone bothered. What a waste of good money. Pity. Better to find old copies of the original spaghetti westerns and enjoy Morricone, Clint and Leone. Fresh as ever. Cool too. And fun. Which sadly cannot be said of The(self Important) English.