Film

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Name: Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Genre: Comedy, Crime
Released: 1998
Cast: Vinnie Jones, Jason Flemyng, Dexter Fletcher, Nick Moran, Jason Statham

Guy Ritchie's cockney crime symphony: four broke card sharks owe a shotgun debt, and their scramble to pay it collides with two other gangs' schemes next door. Fast cuts, rapid-fire slang, a soundtrack that struts. It's less about plot logic than pure tone — cocky, violent, funny, gleefully overlapping. Made for anyone who likes their crime served with a wink.

TMDb rating

8.1

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