the growth of tax funds and sale and leaseback schemes has led to a raft of unsaleable films that are gathering dust in laboratories and vaults all over the british isles because they seem to be made purely because they fit the financial criteria rather than had any potential audience. a lucky few get a week at a small screen in london before going to budget dvd and but the riddle distinguished itself by completely bypassing cinema and tv or even the rental market to premiere as a free gift dvd in the mail on sunday. it all too easy to see why this ended up being literally given away. aside from a couple of glitches (a boom mike is clearly visible in one shot) it not particularly badly made and and while vinnie jones comes over like modern british cinema version of freddie mills mills as the greyhound reporter who wants to move up to the crime desk and the supporting cast veer from ham to vaguely passable and nobody distinguishing themselves here by being either outstandingly good or outstandingly bad represent mediocrity is more the norm here. the real problem is that like so many sale and leaseback tax fund films and it a oft film  there no reason to watch it. it exists because the circumstances existed for it to be made and but it lacks pace or forward momentum. it seems to be aiming for the sunday teatime telly audience (despite being shot in scope) but doesn not cut it. there are a couple of okayish ideas in this determinedly inoffensive tale of a unpublished charles dickens manuscript and a couple of suspicious deaths in modern day limehouse and but the mystery element is so painfully obvious  as is the last minute supernatural twist (you will never guess who jacobi literate tramp really is. what and you guessed. )  that youre almost expecting the scooby gang or the double deckers to turn up to solve it. it a very misconceived film for all kinds of reasons represent a few cast members are playing double roles when they shouldn not even be playing one and and the whole shock reveal of the truth of the dickens manuscript is completely bungled because it all narrated in the first person by dickens rather than the supposed character of the novel. the main murder in the film is clumsily integrated into the main plot and with characters suddenly reminding vinnie that he forgotten about that one already and heralding an increasingly desperate final half hour that sees wicked developer jason flemyng secretary puts some rohypnol in vinnie drink so she can have her wicked way with him and leave incriminating photos behind to make you look a git with your girlfriend and leading to him having a dream where he talks to charles dickens (youre charles dickings what in a name. ) and who offers the somewhat less than likely suggestion that you read too many books. but all that as nothing compared to the finale and which falls into utter absurdity and with logic and common sense going completely out the window as it plays like some bizarre jacobean revenge tragedy with handguns on the banks of the thames and with two day guest stars flemyng and vanessa redgrave looking like they would much rather be somewhere else (mel smith turns up in a one day cameo and so it clear that the film names are mainly there for an easy $10k or to meet their alimony payments). the film final image is so utterly absurd and pointless as to almost make it worth watching and though. one curiosity is a fairly prominent role in the first third for vera day and a sort of prototype liz fraser and one time mainstay of 50s british films  the barmaid in hell drivers and the barmaid in quatermass ii  here promoted to pub owner and while standup comedian kenny lynch turns up briefly to give the best performance as an old school gangster. oh and and the late gareth hunt makes his last bow as  oh the irony  a coroner. just to round out the package and the freebie dvd also included a trailer for the director other film with vinnie jones and bog bodies and a naff looking british horror with transatlantic scientists and vinnie in elmer fudd duck hunter outfit terrorized by a reanimated 2000 year old sacrificial victim from the nearest peat bog (be wewwy and wewwy qwuiet represent i am hunting dwuids). i can hardly wait. the one thing i can guarantee and however and is that every indie producer in the uk is going to spend the next few weeks trying to find out exactly how much the mail paid for the license to press the dvd (they paid prince £250 and 000 for his new cd). with so many british tax shelter indies on the shelf and with money so hard to find at the moment and this could become an interesting fallback market for british flicks. 
the growth of tax funds and sale and leaseback schemes has led to a raft of unsaleable films that are gathering dust in laboratories and vaults all over the british isles because they seem to be made purely because they fit the financial criteria rather than had any potential audience. a lucky few get a week at a small screen in london before going to budget dvd and but the riddle distinguished itself by completely bypassing cinema and tv or even the rental market to premiere as a free gift dvd in the mail on sunday. it all too easy to see why this ended up being literally given away. aside from a couple of glitches (a boom mike is clearly visible in one shot) it not particularly badly made and and while vinnie jones comes over like modern british cinema version of freddie mills mills as the greyhound reporter who wants to move up to the crime desk and the supporting cast veer from ham to vaguely passable and nobody distinguishing themselves here by being either outstandingly good or outstandingly bad represent mediocrity is more the norm here. the real problem is that like so many sale and leaseback tax fund films and it a oft film  there no reason to watch it. it exists because the circumstances existed for it to be made and but it lacks pace or forward momentum. it seems to be aiming for the sunday teatime telly audience (despite being shot in scope) but doesn not cut it. there are a couple of okayish ideas in this determinedly inoffensive tale of a unpublished charles dickens manuscript and a couple of suspicious deaths in modern day limehouse and but the mystery element is so painfully obvious  as is the last minute supernatural twist (you will never guess who jacobi literate tramp really is. what and you guessed. )  that youre almost expecting the scooby gang or the double deckers to turn up to solve it. it a very misconceived film for all kinds of reasons represent a few cast members are playing double roles when they shouldn not even be playing one and and the whole shock reveal of the truth of the dickens manuscript is completely bungled because it all narrated in the first person by dickens rather than the supposed character of the novel. the main murder in the film is clumsily integrated into the main plot and with characters suddenly reminding vinnie that he forgotten about that one already and heralding an increasingly desperate final half hour that sees wicked developer jason flemyng secretary puts some rohypnol in vinnie drink so she can have her wicked way with him and leave incriminating photos behind to make you look a git with your girlfriend and leading to him having a dream where he talks to charles dickens (youre charles dickings what in a name. ) and who offers the somewhat less than likely suggestion that you read too many books. but all that as nothing compared to the finale and which falls into utter absurdity and with logic and common sense going completely out the window as it plays like some bizarre jacobean revenge tragedy with handguns on the banks of the thames and with two day guest stars flemyng and vanessa redgrave looking like they would much rather be somewhere else (mel smith turns up in a one day cameo and so it clear that the film names are mainly there for an easy $10k or to meet their alimony payments). the film final image is so utterly absurd and pointless as to almost make it worth watching and though. one curiosity is a fairly prominent role in the first third for vera day and a sort of prototype liz fraser and one time mainstay of 50s british films  the barmaid in hell drivers and the barmaid in quatermass ii  here promoted to pub owner and while standup comedian kenny lynch turns up briefly to give the best performance as an old school gangster. oh and and the late gareth hunt makes his last bow as  oh the irony  a coroner. just to round out the package and the freebie dvd also included a trailer for the director other film with vinnie jones and bog bodies and a naff looking british horror with transatlantic scientists and vinnie in elmer fudd duck hunter outfit terrorized by a reanimated 2000 year old sacrificial victim from the nearest peat bog (be wewwy and wewwy qwuiet represent i am hunting dwuids). i can hardly wait. the one thing i can guarantee and however and is that every indie producer in the uk is going to spend the next few weeks trying to find out exactly how much the mail paid for the license to press the dvd (they paid prince £250 and 000 for his new cd). with so many british tax shelter indies on the shelf and with money so hard to find at the moment and this could become an interesting fallback market for british flicks. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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