Dom Hemingway

Dom is effusive with self-destructive charisma, the kind of loose cannon you'd follow into an all-night bender in spite of your better judgment.

You don't so much care where Dom is going as how he's getting there, and he's getting there loud.

"Dom Hemingway" has two terrific things going for it: snappy dialogue (I was quite fond of the accusation "You disrespected my cat") and Law, who's both funny and scary in equal measures.

While Law bellows blasphemous poetry, his director orchestrates a noirish light show with a cockeyed rhythm.

The kind of crime flick where the characters volley dialogue like furious ping-pong players, riffing with delight, their lines ripe with pulpy metaphor.

"Dom Hemingway" isn't about story. It's about Jude Law as a force of nature, and that turns out to be a very entertaining diversion.

…Dom Hemingway is a fascinating, vital character, and Shepard’s film gives him plenty of opportunity to vent his spleen through a memorably full-on performance from Law…

What separates the eponymous antihero of Richard Shepard's British crime comedy from his contemporaries is his humanity. He knows when he's done right and he knows when he's done wrong, even though he can't help himself from doing more wrong than right.

Law is better than the movie in a role that could come to redefine his career.

While it features perhaps one of the best performances of Jude Law's career, its raunchy energy fizzles out by the mid-point as it switches gears from uneasy gangster flick to family dramedy.