It's one of those that some call "mindfuck movies" - films that make you aware that you don't know what's going on - and even beginning to summarize the plot would mean to spoil. Let's just say it's a comedy about killing people with lots of twists in the general Tarantino/Ritchie mode. The otherwise very enjoable screenplay suffers from wannabe cool (fax Tarantino?) dialogues and though there is nothing wrong with the direction I kept wondering what someone like Welles or Lynch would have done with the same material. Even so, a fun film for boys. (7)
As a sidenote, in purely business terms it seems like a particularly daft idea to call your film Lucky Number Slevin. A nontrivial portion of potential customers will type "Seven" instead of "Slevin" when looking for your product in databases. And some are going to write "No." or "#". Not good.
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