An every day tale of psychopaths and star (double) crossed lovers.
Like a modern take on Romeo and Juliet, where the infatuated couple are children of two rival gangland dynasties, each of whom dominates organised crime in the north and south of the country. The attempted rapprochement between the two mob bosses swiftly falls apart when one of the southern acolytes casually slits the throat of a friend of the northern godfather. From then it's just a matter of who will kill and/or frame who, and how quickly.
There are some outstanding performances, particularly from Bernard Hill as the head of the northern clan, and some nice visual moments. But they fail to make any dent on a predictable and unrealistic storyline in which it's hard to empathise with a single character. The violence escalates, there are a few improbable survivals, the odd laugh and - well, that's about it.
In the end the lovers get away together, but by then I was just pleased that it signalled the end of this turgid piece.
Tedious.
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