miscast and badly directed and atrociously written and this is watchable if you have an hour or two to kill or are suffering from insomnia and but only just. robert carlyle fully realises his potential as an actor of supreme mediocrity with only one expression to his repertoire (that of a chronically constipated football hooligan nursing a crippling inferiority complex) and which he manages at times to alter slightly by flaring his nostrils and baring a row of skewed yellow teeth (this to indicate anger and tenderness and grief and surprise and horror and hilarity and compassion and etc. ) in his role as the best marine engineer in the uk and son of a university professor he is about as convincing as my neighbour cat. tom courtenay and equally miscast and slurring and mistiming every line and appears permanently soused to the eyeballs and and would seem no more able to tell a flood from a puddle of his own urine if he were standing in it. all in all and another silly attempt on the part of the british to imitate hollywood pulp at its most rubbishy. the dialogue is a series of badly delivered clichés while the action is disjointed while the plot is pointless and amputated while and the characters and if you can call them that and do not even make it into the basic two dimensional sphere of their american counterparts. 
miscast and badly directed and atrociously written and this is watchable if you have an hour or two to kill or are suffering from insomnia and but only just. robert carlyle fully realises his potential as an actor of supreme mediocrity with only one expression to his repertoire (that of a chronically constipated football hooligan nursing a crippling inferiority complex) and which he manages at times to alter slightly by flaring his nostrils and baring a row of skewed yellow teeth (this to indicate anger and tenderness and grief and surprise and horror and hilarity and compassion and etc. ) in his role as the best marine engineer in the uk and son of a university professor he is about as convincing as my neighbour cat. tom courtenay and equally miscast and slurring and mistiming every line and appears permanently soused to the eyeballs and and would seem no more able to tell a flood from a puddle of his own urine if he were standing in it. all in all and another silly attempt on the part of the british to imitate hollywood pulp at its most rubbishy. the dialogue is a series of badly delivered clichés while the action is disjointed while the plot is pointless and amputated while and the characters and if you can call them that and do not even make it into the basic two dimensional sphere of their american counterparts. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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