St George's Day

This whole caper is about as gritty as a babywipe.

The script becomes clumsier and cornier as it goes on, and Harper's direction, while competent, lacks the skill to disguise his many attempts to wrongfoot the viewer.

Gang's-all-here drama about dodgy London business interests - basically rubbish, often chucklesome.

St George’s Day is lacking in ambition, flair and originality. For all its swagger, it’s just another cockney gangster movie – and not a very good one at that.

A fairly unremarkable crime caper that boasts production value and an impressive cast but is hampered by a sub-par script.

Just enough action to keep it interesting.

The film looks good, thanks to cinematographer Mike Southon's stylish camerawork, but the script is well dodgy.

The locations - London, Amsterdam, Berlin, Los Angeles - are well deployed, the violence relentless, and the film is beautifully lit by veteran TV and film cameraman Mike Southon.

Totally over-narrated to the point of sheer boredom and the predictable shoot-out is so unconvincing it could have seen the film renamed Reservoir Dregs.

Not even the formidable presence of Charles Dance can salvage a script this woeful.