A pair of small time thieves unknowingly rip off the powerful Russian underworld to appease a local mobster to whom they owe money.
RocknRolla smells like Guy Ritchie desperately trying to give the public “what they want”. It’s very much a return to his roots and maybe should have been called “Lock, Stock and Smoking Snatch”. Instead of antique shotguns we have a painting. Instead of pigs we have crayfish. All of the characters are not only the familiar Ritchie stereotypes, they pretty much are the same Ritchie stereotype; every character is virtually identical played by a host of different actors. The plot is convoluted yet predictable and the edginess of dark humour is sorely missing; it seems like a sanitised copy of one of Guy Ritchie’s films rather than one in itself. Many may have found the undercurrent of new age bovine excrement in Revolver understandably irritating, but at least that film had a sense of inspiration and invention that is completely absent from this effort.
RocknRolla is hardly a terrible film, but it’s also not much more than two hours worth of cockney deja vu.