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At the Movies:
I just felt like it was not going anywhere after a while and I did feel like I was trapped in a play that wasn't really working for me.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
The effect is to clobber you with lines that were already clobbersome and needed no extra emphasis. It starts to feel less like a thriller than an actors' workshop.
The frequently profane dialogue suggests David Mamet on an off-night (so does Malcolm Venville's claustrophobia-inducing direction), though the first-rate cast works hard.
Is this a documentary about a porn professional? Or a gym rat? Neither. It's a stagy, half-entertaining, half-tedious acting competition between five excellent Englishmen.
Los Angeles Times:
Malcolm Venville, in an assured directorial debut, builds suspense with steady effectiveness.
A very strange, often terrible affair that is nevertheless mesmerizing, in a limited way.
New York Post:
Even a great British cast and obscenity-laden gangland dialogue aren't enough to make what amounts to an extended acting exercise into much of a movie.
There's a difference between exposing misogyny and crassly exploiting it.
All moody buildup and no -- I mean no -- real suspense.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
After a while you can see why the wayward wife moved on to fresher prospects. Our man Ray is all talk, no bloody action.
St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
With violence on the menu, it's a guilty pleasure to watch these stage-trained hambones unleash a rapid-fire roundelay of righteous indignation.
The cast to die for is almost entirely wasted in this machismo-marinated slab of Brit-crime nastiness.
Aiming for black comedy and a redemptive satire on self-deluding male machismo, ham fisted debut director Malcolm Venville instead gives his cast enough rope to hang themselves rather than the characters they play.
Could easily elicit accusations of misogyny -- especially given its percussive, unrelenting but eminently realistic use of the C-word -- but it's actually, at its best, an acute, unblinking portrait of misogyny in practice, not a misogynistic text itself.
It's sometimes difficult to discern whether the filmmakers are dissecting male bonding, ritualized aggression and sexual anxiety or celebrating it.