Guy Ritchie is back in murky London town with his new gangster comedy-drama.

This is not a supervillain movie. Not in terms of trappings and effects, but more profoundly, not in terms of pace, of zippy dialogue, of (conventional) humour, or of satisfied expectations.

This is an example of the rollercoaster type of horror film: some opening scenes to let you strap in comfortably, some exhilarating fast drops and turns, then at the end it grinds reassuringly to a halt and the bars come up to let you off. It's based on an anthology of horror stories for teens, a sort of Goosebumps++, that's much loved across the pond, so Google tells me.

A quintessentially British gangster film.

Tarantino's latest effort provides more excitement than his The Hateful Eight if less than his other films.