Guy Ritchie has done it again. He’s really back with his Gangster flick with a dope cast in tow (Matthew McConaughey, Hugh Grant, Colin Farrell, Charlie Hunnam, Michelle Dockery just to name a few). The writer-director has his name stamped all over this film, from the jumpy, jerky narration where he cleverly has a narrator relaying the story, providing the viewer with short doses of facts that you yourself feel as though you are solving the mystery before it unfolds.

The film revolves around Matthew McConaughey’s character Mickey Pearson, a business extroadinare who has built his empire and reputation from starting out early by dealing at Oxford University despite his lowly roots to creating weed harvesting farms underneath acquired bankrupt lord’s estates. In exchange for paying the upkeep of their inherited estate, Mickey was able to set up his plantations out of plain sight and grow the world’s most sort out weed using his developed advanced technology in weed growing and production. He is keen to get out of the drug game and retire peacefully with his empress that he is exceptionally devoted to, played by Michelle Dockery (a cockney- foul- mouthed and badly grammered babe who runs her own chicks mechanic workshop).

With his lovely lady boss and right hand man Raymond (Charlie Hunnam) the exceptionally dressed cast mainly clad in autumnal tailored tartan suiting and knitwear by costume designer Michael Wilkinson in addition to Persol specks, signet rings and well groomed beards brought a rebellious and raucous energy throughout the film. As the dodgy journo hiding behind his long lens and brown-hued glasses played by Hugh Grant relays the story through his ploy to translate to and threaten Raymond with what information/story he has gathered together of Mickey’s world he in turn narrates the story to the viewers. The story being Matthew Berger imminently desiring to buy Matthew’s weed farm business, but being held up by dodgy dealings happening at the farms, which see the value of the business plummeting drastically forcing Matthew and his team to rectify the situation to ensure the deal stays on the table.

Alas, there is no issue too great for the clever Mickey/Matthew, who is quite mesmerising throughout the film, with his suave movements and calm demeanour. A definite highlight throughout the film was the Coach, played by Colin Farrell, who dominated the screen dressed in tartan sporty matching tracksuit ensembles, as were his team of ‘boys’ nicknamed the paddington bears by one of their targets. The Coach trained his boys to fight smart and not get harmed, and yet they still managed to get themselves mixed up in Mickey’s dealings, forcing a partnership of sorts between the Coach and Raymond, which was pure magic and absolute hilarity to witness (mainly by Colin’s accent and antics, albeit there were a fair few c-bombs that came flying out).

All in all, I couldn’t recommend the film highly enough. I might even catch you at the cinemas, as I’m tempted to head on back in and re-live the entertainment all over again.