Film

44 Inch Chest

Name: 44 Inch Chest
Genre: Drama, Crime
Released: 2009
Cast: Ray Winstone, John Hurt, Ian McShane, Tom Wilkinson, Joanne Whalley

A brutal chamber piece about male rage and friendship. Ray Winstone's Colin is devastated by betrayal, and his mates kidnap the lover for revenge—but the film isn't interested in catharsis. Claustrophobic, stylized, darkly funny, it's a play masquerading as a crime film. For those who want moral mess over plot.

TMDb rating

2.8

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you relish blunt, talky British crime films where a roomful of rough old pros trade venom and the menace sits in the dialogue.

Skip it if you need plot momentum or a light touch, since it is bleak, wordy and stays in its ugly corners for most of the 95 minutes.

What it asks of you: Settle in for ninety-five minutes of slow-burning, talk-driven tension that builds through performance and grudge rather than through action.

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