This was a gritty, killer, thriller: a movie where this one guy (Nick, played by Ben Barnes) realizes that a life of crime may not be all it's hyped up to be. And yet it's the life he choses, no matter what. His pop doesn't want to talk to him. His younger brother is involuntarily following in his footsteps. His best friend ends up accidentally killing the father of a girl he likes/loves, who also happens to be on friendly terms with the mob for which he works.
It's a sad story, but it's told in a good way, with a little gritty violence, suburban sceneries and a glimpse into that everyday underworld life, which is mostly talk and just a little killing. There's one entirely nude stripper too, somewhat unusual even for a movie like this, but I appreciate it as in: it really seems to depict what that life is like, in all it's uncensored brutality and beauty alike.
In the end it's the kind of movie I can't find anything to complain about, it was good, I didn't skim a second, but when it's all over... why did I watch it? What did I get out of this? What a depressing tale.
rated 4/5: fo shizzle