I'm pretty sure that this movie is a public service message begging all criminals in the world to move to Ireland. According to the movie, the police in Dublin are by far the stupidest people to be found outside of an Anna Nicole Smith fan club.
Micheal Lynch (Kevin Spacey) is the title ordinary decent criminal. He plans and commits lots of robberies, breaks his associates' hands, and has people killed, but you're supposed to like him because, well, he's played by Kevin Spacey and it is inhuman not to sympathize with any character played by Spacey (except maybe in Se7en, but c'mon, you thought the fat guy had it coming, too). Further, he doesn't seem to be a Mormon, but he seemingly has two wives, Christine (Linda Fiorentino) and Lisa (Helen Baxendale). He commits lots of crimes, which drives the unbelievably inept police crazy, goes up against the IRA, which really pisses them off, and steals a priceless painting (well, not so priceless, the value is repeatedly quoted as 30,000,000 of some odd money measurement), which nobody really seems to care too much about.
I could go into great detail about this movie, but it's really not worth my time. The acting is not bad, the directing is adequate, but the script has plot holes that you could drive space shuttles through. The police repeatedly fall for the "it's not me, but someone with my build and height wearing a mask" trick throughout the movie. At the end, when they believe they've killed Lynch, the police just assume that the unidentifiable body is his. Don't they have dental records in Ireland? Can't anybody at least check his blood type? Obviously, no. They just assume that everything is resolved. They could drastically improve their competency if they hired a team of third graders to point out the obvious idiocies they commit.
This was the longest 94 minute movie I've ever seen.
Micheal Lynch (Kevin Spacey) is the title ordinary decent criminal. He plans and commits lots of robberies, breaks his associates' hands, and has people killed, but you're supposed to like him because, well, he's played by Kevin Spacey and it is inhuman not to sympathize with any character played by Spacey (except maybe in Se7en, but c'mon, you thought the fat guy had it coming, too). Further, he doesn't seem to be a Mormon, but he seemingly has two wives, Christine (Linda Fiorentino) and Lisa (Helen Baxendale). He commits lots of crimes, which drives the unbelievably inept police crazy, goes up against the IRA, which really pisses them off, and steals a priceless painting (well, not so priceless, the value is repeatedly quoted as 30,000,000 of some odd money measurement), which nobody really seems to care too much about.
I could go into great detail about this movie, but it's really not worth my time. The acting is not bad, the directing is adequate, but the script has plot holes that you could drive space shuttles through. The police repeatedly fall for the "it's not me, but someone with my build and height wearing a mask" trick throughout the movie. At the end, when they believe they've killed Lynch, the police just assume that the unidentifiable body is his. Don't they have dental records in Ireland? Can't anybody at least check his blood type? Obviously, no. They just assume that everything is resolved. They could drastically improve their competency if they hired a team of third graders to point out the obvious idiocies they commit.
This was the longest 94 minute movie I've ever seen.