Is it a true story? Don’t make me laugh. It is as preposterous as it is convoluted. It DERIVES from something that went on in London in 1971: a bank robbery about which British journalists swiftly stopped reporting. Presumably the robbery was meant to benefit the royal family after the escapades of Princess Margaret: privacy-invading, erotic photographs and all that.
Directed by Roger Donaldson, the film is a quite enticing caper-thriller starring Jason Statham and Saffron Burrows, and, no, it isn’t the brief shots of nudity (Princess Margaret’s!) that make it enticing. Or, er, it isn’t merely that.
It has more to do with fast editing and dialogue and a fun, interesting cast. But, oh, is it preposterous!
Do I dare congratulate screenwriters Dick Clement and Ian La Fresnais?
I ask because I must advert to something else in their crazy script. Statham plays a thief married to a nice, attractive woman. He and his mugs rob the bank, and Burrows, an accomplice, goes along for the ride. Eventually she and Statham share a passionate kiss, and not long before the movie ends, Statham’s wife realizes she has been cheated on.
Does she leave the man? No. She gets angry, but she speedily accepts what he has done, ALL he has done. Statham smiles at her and she at him. In other words–we’ve seen it plenty of times before in the movies–a man’s wife has to eat manure. Period.
I hardly find this respectable and I am more of a fan of Saffron Burrows than of Susan Faludi.