First movie back in theaters! Yeah!

A career best for Guy Ritchie. It took him two decades to meaningfully grow beyond his callow “Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels” posturing—and based on almost all of the movies he’s made since, I never would have expected him to finally make a movie this self-assured and free of insecure overcompensation—but he finally did it. The script is a bit overwrought but the sense of dread and inevitable disaster is thrilling. Ritchie’s evolution also makes for a career best for Statham, who benefits considerably from the less cartoonish milieu than his “Fast & Furious” outings have afforded him, and even allows the drastically underwhelming Scott Eastwood to come into something of his own as a true slimeball (he should only take villain roles). The only letdown is the pro forma ending, which gives in too easily to the expected outcomes. Still, I had a blast.