The Last Heist

THE LAST HEIST is the kind of film I thought - and hoped - they'd stopped making a decade or so ago. You know the type, sub-Guy Ritchie fare with diamond geezers trading banter around the mean streets of south London. This one's advertised as a robbery flick with the bad guys wearing Donald Trump masks, but in fact 90% of it is set in a boring bar backdrop where the quartet of male characters swap dialogue and try to be both funny and cool. Sadly, they're not; the script is puerile, the humour forced and unnatural, and the acting straight out of drama school. Perry Benson is one of the familiar faces appearing here, and by this stage in his career, he should really know better.

Such witty dialogue... no not really... absolute garbage. The acting is horrible too - terrible actors passing round a baton of poorly delivered, cliched lines.

How long would it take a group of monkeys to write the entire work of Shakespeare? A very long time. However, I think they could probably produce a script for The Last Heist in a couple of hours by flinging excrement at a keyboard.

There is the usual collection of 10/10 reviews, and I'm not surprised - Think The Godfather meets The Dark Knight with a bit of Pulp Fiction sprinkled on top.

There is one part that's real cinematic magic,,,

Mid tier Bri-eesh heist C-film. It's basically a bunch of cockney criminal caricatures reminiscing about their misdeeds and silly adventures, telling their story through flashbacks and conversations at the table. There is an eye-rolling twist that happens too late and does too little.

Uninteresting plot, incoherently edited, poorly acted, and horrendously shot and lit. In the end, The Last Heist is a good first hour, brought down by a final act that has a point to make but goes about it in a very misguided way. It's a reminder that creativity can be a good thing, but it needs to be properly channelled to have the desired effect.

The Last Heist squanders whatever potential it had within the first ten minutes. What should have been a tense, stylish thriller ends up being a cliché-riddled, painfully dull mess that plays like a knockoff of far better films.

The dialogue is wooden, the characters are paper-thin, and the plot - if you can call it that - stumbles from one predictable scene to another with all the urgency of a Sunday stroll. The so-called "twists" are telegraphed so far in advance that they land with a whimper, not a bang.

Even the action, which should've been the film's saving grace, is poorly choreographed and badly edited. Performances range from forgettable to outright embarrassing, with most of the cast seeming like they'd rather be anywhere else.

By the time the credits roll, the only thing you'll be stealing is your time back - if you're lucky enough to walk away before the end.

Very poor acting and poor dialogue but with such a poor script it's really not surprising.

Similar to Reservoir Dogs as majority of movie is filmed in one location just a huge shame it's not also Tarantino written and directed.

Also every other word seems to be the C - bomb which there really is no need for.

Only good thing to mention is Daniel O'Reilly who carried the film and kept me watching.

If he wasn't in it I would have turned off after 10minutes and almost did anyway multiple times.

This is definitely a straight to the half price DVD bin in the supermarket film, but would still say don't waste your money.