Fuck.
Cunt.
Fucking cunt.
Dodgy haircuts.
You slaaaag.
You bawstahd.
You fucking baaawwwstaaahd.
Cocaine.
Brasses.
Beatings.
A pathetic attempt to make scumbags sympathetic.
Cunt.
More dodgy haircuts.
Fucking cunt.
Another attempt at poignancy involving a man who's just beaten a skull in with a pool ball.
Bawstahd.
Cocaine, weed and now heroin. Good jaysus.
Oh wait, a claw hammer in the gob.
The end.
The 4th sequel/prequel to a film made with the sole purpose of creating an alibi for men accused of the 1995 Rettendon murders in Essex really wasn't needed but the spectacle of the same actors playing the same parts while they are 15 years older in a story set 30 years ago just has to be seen to be believed. This time around it's Tony Tucker getting an origin story. What started in the Falklands ended with a shotgun blast to the head down a country lane and after watching this shite you'll realise it was well deserved. Terry Stone is so bad in the lead role you'll wish it was you the gun was pointed at.
The wigs. Oh god the wigs.
The acting. Oh dear lord the acting. Vinnie Jones and Craig Fairbrass would never be accused of fine thesping but here they've given up totally.
The English underground hardman genre has reached it's nadir here. I hope.
To quote the kids of today, I can't even.
This profane muck is out to stream now on google movies. Watch it if you feel like punishing yourself.
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