It’s not inconceivable that this is secretly brilliant; could it be Guy Ritchie’s version of Sisters, deconstructing the entire genre in which he has happily wallowed, proclaiming crime-lad films as such cynical exercises that everybody and everything involved is too silly to have been worth taking seriously, pip-pip, cheerio, and Bob’s your uncle? Alas, I don’t think so.
Instead, I’m pretty sure Richie is sincerely executing a cynical ploy, It is once more unto the breach to get his (non-Disney)…
