Good stories are hard to come by, so when the movie business stumbles
across one, it tends to suck it dry. This time it's not volcanoes, asteroids,
or Martians, but feel free to experience deja vu anyway. To all intents
based on the Martin Cahill story (except for the smartly twisting ending),
Michael Lynch (Kevin Spacey) is the mastermind of a gang of Dublin gangsters,
enjoying relationships with both his wife and sister-in-law (Helen Baxendale
and Linda Fiorentino), and specialising in elaborate heists on jewellers
and art galleries.
As his jobs get more ambitious, Lynch steals a Caravaggio but can't
sell it, and consequently comes under increasing pressure from both
the police and the IRA. A story already detailed in John Boorman’s
The General and at least one TV movie Vicious Circle, this version forsakes
their gritty realism for hip, fast-moving action. Hip, however, obviously
doesn't equal depth, so Lynch's unconventional love life and deep rooted
anti -establishment feelings are never really explored, while the imported
cast - especially Spacey let their accents waver wildly. But the film
makes up for such shortcomings by being a funny, frenetic, comic-strip
update of Robin Hood mythology, played with such charm by Spacey that
you can't help warming to his fun loving criminal.