Rock n Rolla Review

I was all set to see “W.” but in my heart I knew it would be stupid. It looked like a low budget made-for-tv movie complete with bad wigs. So I changed my ticket and saw guy Richie’s latest limey gangster flick. After reading Mancini’s “W.” review I know I made the right choice. Guns, London street talk and hipster music can make you forget about a bad movie about an even worse president. Thank you, Mr. Richie. Thanks you for a story about a London mob boss who’s trying to do business with a Russian billionaire, while mid-level hoods are trying to move up by buying realestate. Everything gets crazy and gun funny ensues. I loved all the actors in this film and English mob films are always fun. This film is no different. Tom Wilkinson’s character is no Bricktop but you still gotta love him. Maybe it’s the thick accent combined with British sarcasm and the gangster bottom line mentality that always draws me in. Also the sense of humor that all of Guy’s films have and the mid-level crook getting things to break his way. I’m sure someone felt like Rolla didn’t go anywhere new. But it didn’t have to. Like an episode of the “Sopranos” it just gave me what I wanted. Sexy gun speak wrapped in the Union Jack. Better than some Hollywood coke-head preaching to the choir. Yeah Bush is bad and butcher’s words. I got it. Don’t need “W.” to tell me. The last 8 years where not spent in a cave for me. I’m voting for Obama. Moving on. Thandie Newton can ring my bell any time she wants. Loved how she was power hungry but needed to play on the shady side of the street because she was bored. Bad boys make the girls hearts beat faster and sexy ladies with naughty eyes have me at Hello. Bring it on, I say. Bring on the crooks stealing from crooks and the criminal code. Not quite sure why Jeremy Piven and some rapper where in the film but I like Piven so no harm I guess. Almost felt like it was extra food that I didn’t have any more room for but ate anyway because I didn’t want to be rude. If you haven’t yet, go see Rock N Rolla. You’ll be happy you did. Happy like when you had planned on spending the night in and a friend comes by and convinces you to go to your local bar and shoot pool over a couple of drinks. I should get some sleep and save my money, you think. The next day you are glad you went out because you’re still laughing at the heavy set guy at the bar with oversized blue jeans that you’re buddy nick-named “Fatpants”. Now the $18 on drinks doesn’t seem so bad considering you have an inside joke with your buddy that will last a lifetime. PALM STRIKE your way past Oliver Stone’s bullshit and see Guy Richie do what he does best.