Twist

It has no fresh angle on the material at all - merely a heist-by-numbers subplot straight out Guy Ritchie's drafts bin, welded to Dickens' coming-of-age narrative with all the poetry of a press release for a brand collaboration.

I think this is a movie targeted at 20-somethings. It's modern, light and a bit of fun.

This is a totally ridiculous movie. No one appears to be in on the joke, though Caine's unswerving professional code guarantees he wouldn't let on if he were: that takes a degree of commitment, if not precisely effort.

This poor Oliver Twist update needs to be artfully dodged.

Does break some new ground in the field of misguided, trendy-vicar down-talking.

We're offered a farrago of half-baked ideas and images, held together with all the sturdiness of a few sheets of paper jammed into a paperclip.

Call it a “bad movie” that plays, because that’s all this shoots for.

The dialogue is laboured, and the direction is as subtle as a double-decker bus.

When it comes to doing Charles Dickens novels, it seems like a flashy and cool thing to revive his work with the times, but it ultimately ends up pointless.

It's like that Office episode where Michael and Dwight run around screaming "parkour!" but don't do anything cool.