Held my attention for the entire 90 minutes. Sure, it is violent and bloody, but it is also quite funny and droll. Hugh Grant steals the movie in a different role than his former Mr. Sleazy Charm who gets Julia Roberts.
This is, after all, the same handsome and debonair dude who solicited a not very attractive street walking prostitute in Hollywood and was caught in the act, in the back of a car engaged in a sex act for which he had paid said prostitute.
Well, Hugh Grant is finally playing that guy, with somewhat similar results. He is excellent in this film. Not the least bit likeable, plays a homosexual, who thinks he is quite clever enough to swim with the sharks and come out the survivor.
Lots of twists and surprises, with the story revealed slowly and deliciously.
Guy Richie makes Guy Richie films. He is a craftsman. Guaranteed, this film has the best on-screen vomiting ever. These shots put Regan's split pea soup eruption from The Exorcist into the minor leagues of on-screen vomiting.
Don't try to figure out the plot. Why is there a dead body in the freezer next to the Wagu beef?
Just go along for the ride. No sex, no nudity, lots of drug use though. And killing. Lots of killing. But only when necessary.
Not for the queasy though.