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The Irish Times - Friday - The Ticket - - FILM - DON­ALD CLARKE

theft of a Gau­gin paint­ing.

On re­lease, against his bet­ter judge­ment, Crunch gets sucked into an­other scheme with Nicky and as­so­ci­ated mis­fits. Jay Baruchel does his trade­mark jumpy thing as a side­kick. Kenneth Welsh drags up an Ir­ish ac­cent from the sev­enth cir­cle of reper­tory hell as an older fixer.

The film is lively enough to en­ter­tain any­body who sat through Things to Do in Denver when You’re Dead with­out gag­ging. The bizarrely pro­mis­cu­ous globe-trot­ting (War­saw, Que­bec City, Detroit, Am­s­ter­dam) man­ages to keep monotony at bay. There’s a very good twist in the last 20 min­utes.

Still, the lazi­ness does ul­ti­mately prove close to un­bear­able. Cringe, dur­ing a flash­back, as they en­gage in a scam con­structed around a plot­hole so huge it threat­ens to suck the en­tire film into its inky depths.

It gets bet­ter. But it doesn’t get that much bet­ter.

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