Well, I'm glad Rosamund cared because I sure as shit didn't.

Classic sell your soul to the devil for riches tale, done in a flash bang wallop way, that races to a stop midway through the second act when you realise that none of the (remaining) characters are even remotely interesting, redeemable or, ironically, worthy of your care.

Supposed to be a sharp satirical shot at capitalism, it's more of a blunt laudation of cuntery.

"To the trees!"

One of my favourite things to shout when danger presents itself. When the loo roll runs out mid-sit down, for example.

I often wonder whether it was added to the script on the first day of shooting, as they all realised Kevin Costner gave zero fucks about doing an English accent.

I'd somehow forgotten almost everything about this movie and I've never been more glad about anything. It is ALL action and hilariousness ALL the time.

No rounded characters, no character development and no real plot; just one convenient, ludicrous action scene after another.

Oh, and Bennet. The ultimate, bizarre 90s bad guy. Hands down the best, worst villain of all time.

Essentially, a tight 90mins of immense ridiculousness.

While wishing it to end well over half an hour before it did, I couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling that I might actually have seen it before, which made the whole experience all the more punishing.