If Guy Ritchie had filmed his own wedding, it might have looked like this: rapid cuts of swank guests and strewn rose petals, 360[degrees] swirls as the bride descends the staircase, a low-angle shot of the groom in his kilt, a killer closeup of Sting's molars as he sings Ave Maria and--big finish--a plateful of haggis thrown at the camera. The whole film would be very loud and would last about six seconds.
To the world, Ritchie is Madonna's new husband. But cinephiles know him as the creator of try-anything violent crime farces. A couple dozen hard guys plot stupid heists,...
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