Gentlemen, The

Double-crosses run rampant and bodies pile up in Guy Ritchie's complicated, well-paced, intense, creative, violent, intermittently funny, love-it-or-leave-it, 107-minute crime caper dominated by gorgeous cinematography, two-dimensional characters, and oftentimes difficult to understand accents in which a ruthless, savvy, Oxford-educated American drug kingpin (Matthew McConaughey), who has a beautiful, no-nonsense, all-female, car repair shop owner wife (Michelle Dockery) in London, hopes to sell his highly-successful marijuana business with the help of his wagyu steak-loving right-hand henchman (Charlie Hunnam) to a wealthy buyer (Jeremy Strong) in the $400 million range while a wacky, scriptwriting private investigator (Hugh Grant) keeps tabs on rival drug dealers (Henry Golding, et al.) and gathers intel on a questionable boxing gym owner (Colin Farrell) and an unsavory tabloid editor (Eddie Marsan).
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