Based on real events, this story of Polish gangsters fighting each other and abusing women is self-important and cliche-ridden
The Polish cinema industry likes churning out gangster movies, rather like our own film business in the Uncool Britannia era of the late 90s/early noughties. This looks like a ripe example. It is laborious and self-important, solemnly claiming to be based on a genuine case but with the names changed.
Well, there is a vague ring of truth about one detail about stolen artefacts from the Museum of Cairo turning up in the flashy houses of wealthy Europeans. But, really, what this film is “based on” is half-remembered riffs from Scorsese, Coppola and maybe even the geezer fantasies of Guy Ritchie, with its guys smirking, fighting and copping blowjobs from disposable and submissive young women. There are also many music-video-style montages of tattooed, shaven-headed gym bunnies giving or receiving beatings.