44 Inch Chest has a cast of great British talents, Ray Winstone, John Hurt, Ian McShane, Stephen Dilahunt and Tom Wilkinson.
Together they are very very foul mouthed group of friends who work together to get Winstone's cheating wife's man into a wardrobe and then conspire as to how to kill him.
And that is literally it.
That's the film. Winstone cries, Everyone uses the c-word in place of punctuation and a mix of flash backs, fantasy moments and right now scenes don't add anything to a premise that is as unremarkably dull as it is loudly vulgar for no reason.
The writers from Sexy Beast, an acclaimed British crime drama, work this one note idea into a somehow 90 minute film, a small length that feels like it goes on for ages.
So for the length of time we have 3 settings, in the room, be it real or a real feeling fantasy, including 'comic' banter in the mind of Winstone(!), the stairwell where 4 of the 5 men await the murder and inside Winstone's home, pre-during and post fight.
So we have a wife beater, a gay gambler, an old swearing man, an aging man living with his mother and a slightly younger, well dressed man, none of them have any character or intrigue.
An absolute waste, not one good thing.
1/10
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