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The (not so) Gentlemen. A Welcome Return for Guy Ritchie.
Sometimes you don’t know how much you miss something until it’s gone. And I have really missed Guy Ritchie, I now realize. After the abysmal King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (yet another attempt to compete with Marvel), and the utterly sloppy live-action Aladdin remake, Guy Ritchie is back to form. And he’s come back swinging, and swinging hard. People are getting horribly beaten and killed, cursing left and right, and there are jokes and slow-mo aplenty to ensure that this is indeed Guy Ritchie. This is The Gentlemen.
The Gentlemen is a narrative within a narrative. A very complicated one. I’ll try to be succinct with the plot and give the most bare-bones summary. A sleazy tabloid writer named Fletcher (Hugh Grant) investigates a marijuana kingpin named Mickey Pearson (Matthew McConaughey) and attempts to blackmail Mickey’s right-hand man, Raymond (Charlie Hunman), into buying his findings so they aren’t published. As Raymond and Fletcher go over the details of the story and discuss business, the story explores the violent and turbulent underworld of the weed business in the UK. The duo sorts out exaggerations, half-truths, and outright lies. But because it’s Guy Ritchie at the helm, it does so with style, humor, and a lot of cussing.
It’s especially odd to see Hugh Grant, fresh off of the wholesome children’s movie…
