This movie is an atypical Guy Ritchie. So kind to our brother plot multiplayer, the unwinding of which is so pleasant to watch from the sofa, pecking a beer, turns out not to be jokingly involved in philosophy, closely bordering on psychology and psychiatry. As a result, instead of the expected relaxation from an elegant denouement, the viewer is suddenly put in the face of a mirror and asked to think. So while watching, I recommend drinking tea to keep your brain in good shape. Because the crying Ray Liotta in one of the trunks with the bagpipe in his hand is already a strong sight in itself.
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