Mr Kipling makes exceedingly good cakes. Jonathan Sothcott produces exceedingly bad films. This mish-mash of a would-be gangster film is so bad that you have to continue watching it to see if anything good happens.
Based on the book by Bernard O'Mahoney, which instantly means that you cannot believe it's authenticity, the casting is terrible with a Cast of amateur British actors all out to try and win oscars for their abysmal performances.
Why this film was ever made is beyond me. But the director and producer should go back to working at the burger bar.
Based on the book by Bernard O'Mahoney, which instantly means that you cannot believe it's authenticity, the casting is terrible with a Cast of amateur British actors all out to try and win oscars for their abysmal performances.
Why this film was ever made is beyond me. But the director and producer should go back to working at the burger bar.