Friday, 5 February 2010


I don't think Guy Ritchie really thought it through when he decided to call his second feature-length film "Snatch" as it can then be referred to as I did in the title and it sounds a bit rude. Then again I don't think Guy Ritchie thought anything through concerned with Snatch. I got some odd looks from my peers when I loudly exclaimed that Snatch was a big pile of shit and I suppose that is a little harsh and if I wasn't so ready to slate it I might have enjoyed a small part of Snatch.

Actually, that's not true, I did enjoy a little bit at the beginning (and most of the parts with Brad, my god) I enjoyed it before the story kicked in. I'm not going to talk too much about Guy Ritchie's generally irritating directing style of "woosh, zoom in there BAM! Gun shot noise! Freeze frame with that guy's name! POOSH!" like a fairly rich young chav has just gone to film school and seen an old Edgar Wright flick and thought, "that camera work is a bit still". It's the writing that kills the film, all these twists and all these characters you don't give a shit about. Their dialogue, Jason Statham's forced and cringey attempts at humour saying "zee Germans" three times to the sound of crickets chirping in sensible cinemas everywhere. I sort of liked the one guy who fed people to pigs, but only because I'd heard him dubbed over Darth Vader on YouTube before I'd seen the film.

This review is somewhat demeaning. Ritchie did manage to cobble together a film using all the deleted scenes of "Lock, Stock" and for that I am a little impressed. There was a moment during one of the boxing scenes that I was half-enjoying because the Pitt was in it when I thought "this is a bit like Raging Bull... that's a really good film, I wish I was watching Raging Bull right now... I've got to get that on Blu-Ray" so I will, and you should too.

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