This was an embarrassment to Morgan Freeman, who must surely be wishing he hadn't bothered. From the question of why a gang of professional enforcers got the crap kicked out of ALL of them twice in one afternoon as a prelude to being shot and left for dead, to the lame ass plot hole of the flashing red light, to the high school girl who looked like a 40 year old marketing exec wearing braces, being so eager to snog a middle-aged beaten-up simpleton, to the jaw-dropping idiocy of a blind man pointing out people in photographs, to the cringemaking mix of accents, to the portrayal of Glasgow as some sort of post-modern Rome, I was utterly at a loss. Also I am sick to death of Bob Hoskins trotting out the same old tired, gravelly-voiced cockney gangster stereotype all his career. Just a teensy bit of professional pride mate?
