Nemesis

Murray plays villain Morgan with the menace of a bag of spinach wilting soggily at the back of the fridge - it's almost as if his contract has stipulated a charisma bypass is a condition for the part.

Not really a complete, coherent body of work, rather it feels like a bunch of scenes stitched together.

Unable to withstand the weight of its own over-plotting, Nemesis is its own worst enemy.

This low-grade British gangster saga is a cold and tasteless disappointment.

While it may not perfect, and it's a genre of film that has its sneering detractors, there's enough here to entertain fans of the likes of We Still Kill the Old Way and Rise of the Footsoldier films.