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The main character is an outstanding graduate of Oxford, who comes up with a brilliant illegal enrichment scheme thanks to his rare mind. Having learned to masterfully use the estates of an impoverished English aristocracy, he decides to sell his business to influential billionaires from the United States, but dangerous gentlemen block his way. It all starts with an exchange of pleasantries, but the situation is heating up every minute.

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Criminal authority Mickey Pearson (Matthew McConaughey) decides to “get out of the game” and sell his business to American businessman Matthew (Jeremy Strong). Naturally, rumors about his departure by some competitors are perceived as a sign of weakness, and now the impudent Asian mafiosi (Henry Golding) is digging under Mickey, using complex schemes and sabotaging one of his marijuana farms. Neither Mickey nor his henchman Ray (Charlie Hannem) are not happy about such a turn and are trying with might and main to prevent a full-scale war, and to solve some minor pressing problems along the way.

Director Guy Ritchie, who is popular with us beyond measure - far more than in the United States, and probably stronger than in his homeland - has not been indulging his fans in recent years. The last purely author's project, "Rock and Roll", he had already happened 12 years ago. Since then, the director’s filmography has been populated exclusively by studio projects, into which he nonetheless successfully injected his recognizable flickering style over and over again.

This style, however, in the mid-10s began to fail: that the “Agents A.N.K.L.”, that the “Sword of King Arthur” failed with a roar, so much so that old Richie had to urgently sign up for a hack in the form "Aladdin." “Gentlemen” is obviously the director’s way of showing that he’s still there, that he’s still the same, that he wasn’t broken by setbacks and turned into a boring industrial artisan. That he, if he wants, can return to criminal London and cause unrest there worse than the "Big Cash" and "Cards, money, two trunks."

But times have changed, and Guy Ritchie's postmodern jokes no longer look so fresh and daring. Worse, Guy Ritchie himself does not look fresh and bold - the director exchanged sixty, opopsel and went limp, and in his changed handwriting this is seen too well. “Gentlemen” returned to the author’s world of idiotic accidents, crazy charismatics and intricate circumstances, but they squeezed out all the drive and young fervor, changed leather jackets to dude suits, and fucking hefty knives - to pretty paperweight with the function of Chekhov’s gun.

Even Richie’s usual trick of non-linear narrative, which had previously existed in his poetry so organically and did not require, in general, any explanation, now has to be strained to justify. At the very beginning, the film introduces an “unreliable storyteller”, a crook to the journalist Hugh Grant, who retells the events of the picture, sometimes confusing the facts or specially distorting them (after which Charlie Hunnam carefully corrects it). This is a technique that looked funny in some “Lone Ranger”, but in the case of Richie, it looks like a step backward: he used to come out with something kind of fun to confuse events without obvious winks at the viewer.

The dashing 90s gave way to a comfortable 10s in the director’s soul, in which obviously broken stories about gypsies, unkillable Russians and rare guns could no longer occur. Now everything is quiet, dignified and sometimes reminds almost of Adam McKay - some business multi-ways, emigration problems and an unexpected morality on the subject of heroin: just a little more, and here Matthew McConaughey will start telling us about hedge funds. All this, of course, is qualitatively shot, and sometimes Richie peeps through the old grunts of the old fuse: glimpses of national color or the magnificent hero Colin Farrell, who was completely killed by Russian dubbing. But still, much had to go wrong so that the best joke in Guy Ritchie's film was not about Desert Eagle pistol, hatred of gypsies or a club of fans to tickle a point, but about Harvey, damn it, Weinstein.