The Gentleman

Guy Ritchie’s latest British gangster opus features a lot of the same tools and tricks as his previous movies. But there’s a wraparound structure, like an old Agatha Christie novel, or maybe Sleuth, that’s unusual for him. It confuses and misleads at first, but gives it a structurally classic feel, which is less “fun” but raises the stakes. Very male-centric. Lots of shooting and punching and slapping. And inevitably there’s a character whose accent is so strong you can only understand one out of every five words. It’s clever and entertaining.