24 Hours In London Review

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Blah, blah, blah, villains and bent coppers, blah, blah, blah, girl witnesses murder, blah, blah, blah, cliches ad infinitum...

★★★★

Bent coppers. Fiercesome transatlantic dodgy dealings. It's been said before and it'll be said again: The Long Good Friday is a hell of a movie. Sadly, 24 Hours In London is not, despite having nicked half of its predecessor's plot.

This time our metropolitan Little Caesar comes in the form of 2.4 Children's Gary Olsen - who actually died soon after this was released; heck of an epitaph - whose sword-assisted reign of terror is put in jeopardy by murder witness Lauren Smith.

Before you can say, 'Not another God-awful Lock, Stock rip-off', the streets are running red with blood and the air has thickened with lines half-inched from Reservoir Dogs. Dismal from start to finish, the result will only appeal to those who want to see the Millennium Dome trashed.

Avoid like a dodgy geezer wearing a hoodie. The only thing this film steals is ideas from other, better films.