Snatch. I waited forever to see this movie. And I'm a moron for doing it.
I wish I could write this well. Hell, this movie makes me wish I could write. Incredible movie making. Dialog. Pacing. Characters. Writing. Acting. Dialog. Action. And the Dialog. Just Brilliant.
Guy Ritchie (director) takes a lot of crap for his marriage and a couple of the really, really, really bad movies he's made.
But f-me, if this isn't the best thing to come out of England... ever. And that includes the rabble that left for Plymouth Rock.
That doesn't mean the Bullet-Dodge, Turkish, Tommy, and the Piker aren't the tits either. They are. But, Tony is just... it's like drinking a pure glass of moxie and turning to face the camera with a mouth full of dentene gleam wrapped in carnuba wax and then chiselled into the statue of David and pressed into $100 bills.
I like him in this movie, but I really wish it were someone else playing this character... just to put a more fresh and realistic face on the movie.
I can't say much more without giving things away. Rest assured, this movie does not disappoint. Screw it. I'm putting it in, right now.
Bullet-Tooth Tony is my hero.
Quote: You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt?