The Business Review

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In the 1980s, Frankie (Dyer) flees South London by taking a courier gig which brings him into the circle of Charlie (Hassan), a playboy gangster who runs a club and a crime empire in Spain. Frankie gets mixed up with drug-smuggling and dangerous people, and the high life turns sour.


With its postcard-coloured visions of package-holiday luxury, inside-the-good-old-days-of-the-drug-biz plot arc and soundtrack assortment of backlist hits, The Business shamelessly scrambles elements from Sexy Beast, Blow and Layer Cake. Unfortunately, its nostalgia for a decade most want to forget makes it feel horribly like desperate '80s Brit efforts like Buster, Dealers or (at best) The Hit.It's all here: sun-tanned Cockneys snarling "cunt" at each other between matey rhyming slang; trophy girlfriends in eye-abusing outfits with obvious hidden agendas; cocaine-snorting jags that come down with a bump (or a severed head on a pole); a voiceover explaining what a larf it all was even if it was doomed to turn out badly; character actors like Geoff Bell doing 'charismatic villain' while the lead (Dyer) is stuck with 'babyfaced clot' until hard-to-care-about reversals during the last reel.The director-stars team from The Football Factory, it appears, have taken the Spanish location jaunt as an excuse to be lazy rather than inventive. Some elements are engaging (Bell is a great ginger-bastard bad guy) but, lumbered with a script full of moments where characters do incredibly stupid things to keep the story going, Nick Love’s latest simply isn’t distinctive enough to make an impression in a very overcrowded field.

Is The Business the bollocks? No, it’s out of order — in the sense that it just doesn’t work.