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.