There was a moment there at the turn
of the century when director Guy Ritchie seemed poised to be the next
Quentin Tarantino. He followed up his debut “Lock, Stock, and Two
Smoking Barrels” with the insanely fast-moving, generally enjoyable
“Snatch.” Somehow, though, Ritchie never turned into a
Tarantino-esque film-god. I think that the problem is that his
movies never felt as consequential as what Tarantino was doing.
There was lots of fast-paced action, with speeded-up film shots, and
cockney accents that required subtitles, but there was no heart.
“Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking
Barrels” is a good case in point. The movie has several story
lines filled with potentially interesting characters whose stories
wind up intersecting. Ritchie never does anything with these scamps,
however, other than to establish that they are lowlifes engaged in
ripping off other lowlifes. He never made me care enough about any
of them to care much what happens in the story.
The main characters, the ones we are
theoretically supposed to root for, include Tom (Jason Flemyng), Soap
(Dexter Fletcher), Eddy (Nick Moran), and Bacon (Jason Statham).
These are low-level scumbags who hawk stolen wares and such. Eddy
fancies himself a card player as well, and the boys pool their funds
to get Eddy into a high-stakes poker game run by a gangster named
Hatchet Harry (P.H. Moriarty). The game is a racket, as any idiot
should have known. Harry not only cheats, he bullies Eddy into
accepting credit in order to call a hand, which Eddy goes on to lose.
Owing Harry a quarter-million pounds, Eddy leaves the game in a
daze, and explains to his friends that Harry and his goons will be
holding all of them responsible for the debt.
There's no way these guys can scrape
up that kind of money on either side of the law, but when they
overhear their neighbors planning a robbery, they hatch a plan to rob
the robbers. Hijinks ensue.
There are several different groups of
hoodlums, who are hard to tell apart at times, and much of the
dialogue is unintelligible due to the thick, Cockney accents. The
movie could still be quite good, however, if any of the characters
had any sort of saving grace, which they don't. They are not only
wicked, they are stupid. Fortunately, many of these assholes wind up
killing each other off, which is about the only satisfaction the
audience gets.
The problem with “Lock, Stock, and
Two Smoking Barrels” as a debut for Guy Ritchie is that its
failures are not due to low budget or cinematography. Those are
weaknesses you would expect in a first-time director, and easily
fixable on future projects. “Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking
Barrels,” however suffers from a lack of heart, which I think is
why Ritchie never lived up to his hyped potential.
2 stars out of 5