Foul-mouthed safe breaker Dom Hemingway (Law) is fresh out of prison after taking the rap, and a long stretch inside, for crime boss Mr Fontaine (Bechir). He's owed big and he's heading to France to collect, with pal Dickie (Grant) in tow.
With his mutton-chopped jaw-jut and unflattering midriff beef-up, Jude Law here veers even further from his pretty-boy norm than he did for Road To Perdition. And that is the single virtue of Dom Hemingway. Frustratingly, given the vivacity of Law’s performance, the material is flimsy, derivative and, often, odious. For Dom is just another hateful geezer-thug who supposedly becomes entertaining by virtue of his florid verbosity (sample: “I’m steady as a trapeze artist’s cunt”), while the nasty little world he inhabits receives some surreal/pop-art trimmings. Yes, like Sexy Beast. And Bronson. Which you may as well re-watch instead.
Bitty and frustrating, its bigger laughs are set against some off-balance storytelling and crude comedy. Not one to take your nan to.
Reviewed by Dan Jolin