Director Nimrod Antal and writer James V. Simpson’s workaday crime caper is a film that, you feel, you ought to like more than you do. What positive notices it has received Stateside have made much of its upholding the noble tradition of the B movie, being a retro heist-gone-wrong flick about a bunch of security guards (lead by Matt Dillon and Laurence Fishburne) attempting to knock-off their own armoured car that shuns FX excesses in favour of old-school, in-camera stunts and action.
There is something commendable in that. However, a threadbare plot, stereotypical characters and the type of dialogue that might have passed muster in a 1974 episode of Baretta serves as a reminder that back in the day, when B movies were, by definition, second-rate filler made on the cheap, most of them were crap.
