|Fig 1 - Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Poster|
|Fig 2 - Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels - Soap, Bacon, Eddy & Tom|
Ritchie is a director known for emphasising the gritty street-wise nature of British culture, albeit during a period that is now utterly obsolete in it's anti-progressive mindset. As such, Lock Stock is no exception and it's jingoistic undertones don't appeal to me in the slightest. Cups of tea and stately homes, card games down the pub. It's a wonder Dick Van Dyke doesn't show up for a ditty on the old Joana. Sure, Ritchie makes fun of the rhyming slang in a 'subtitles' bit in which a character tells a story about setting someone on fire with the 'proper English' written alongside, but it didn't matter. It's been done before in numerous iterations and overall, the film was awash with the most basic of techniques. In terms of comparative ingenuity, Lock Stock makes Snatch look like bloody Pulp Fiction.
Although Lock Stock obviously has a dedicated following and attempts to reach the heights of Tarantino's abilities, it simply never grabbed my attention. The convoluted plot, rough acting, rougher gags and generally unpleasant mood of the film made it frankly unwatchable in my eyes.
Fig. 1 Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Poster (1998) From: Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) - Directed by: Guy Ritchie
Fig. 1 Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Screenshot (1998) From: Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) - Directed by: Guy Ritchie