While it would have made for a fairly entertaining TV feature, its hard to imagine exactly why Spivs was commissioned for the big screen. Its not only that Jack Dee turns up, or that the story, revolving around a gang of fast-talking petty crooks, feels as worn-out as Ken Stotts lone grifter looks.
Just as problematic is the films lack of cinematic sense, with director Colin Teague under the misguided impression that spinning a camera 360 degrees around his characters creates emotional depth.
Theres some fun to be had from seeing Dominic Monaghan channel Meriadoc Brandybucks dazed naivety into the character of a scuzzed-up pothead called Goat. But ex-Hobbits and a grim twist aside, theres little to set this apart from all those other mediocre British crime capers.