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| RevolverCall the script doc December 5,
 2007 3:32:01 PM 
Forget whatever you know about Guy Ritchie films (Snatch and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels). The same goes for brooding Ritchie regular Jason Statham (Transporter), who instead of a shaven noggin dons a greasy, tangled mane. The premise of Ritchie’s 2005 oddity at first seems familiar as Jake, a vengeance-seeking ex-con played by Statham, stirs up trouble between rival crime syndicates. But Jake needs more than an Uzi — he needs a shrink. As the bodies pile up, he hears voices in his head, and he obsesses over the mind games the loan sharks covering his flank might be playing. The blood-feud fury has its Ritchie moments (Mark Strong is a treat as the Woody Allen–esque hitman who never misses), but Revolver ultimately spins its wheels into incoherent psychobabble, as Jake shouts it out with his id. Add to that Ray Liotta in a Speedo as an irate mobster and you have a screwed-up film in need of a couch and a script doctor. 106 minutes | Harvard Square
|   SCREWED UP: Ray Liotta in a Speedo?
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												Nobody knows 
												 A bloodless slasher flick 
												A limp comedic effort 
												Big screen fairy tale 
												Vegetation and gore 
												A plucky play that takes its eyes off the ball 
												Strange but slickly done 
												Another Martin Lawrence shtick 
												A chilling gangland epic 
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