Rancid Aluminium Reviews

This fraudulent, pointlessly titled crime caper appears to have been written on the movie set and under duress. Complacent Peter Thompson (Rhys Ifans) takes his late father's publishing firm for granted. Too dense to realize how deeply he's resented, Peter entrusts the corporation's day-to-day running to his life-long friend, Sean Deeny (Joseph Fiennes); Sean secretly feels the business should belong to him. When he's not out partying, Peter pours his limited energies into trying to impregnate his childless wife, Sarah (Sadie Frost). Meanwhile, in the former Soviet Union, an entrepreneur named Kant (Steven Berkoff) eyes British companies for their money-laundering potential. With Sean's complicity, Kant gains a foothold in Peter's company and insists on meeting Peter in person. Fortunately, Kant's daughter Masha (Tara Fitzgerald) falls for Peter and senses his latent integrity. Instead of killing Peter in Russia, as Sean had hoped he would, Kant councils him about behaving like a man while publicly fake Peter's death to put the fear of God into their other associates. Glad just to be alive, Peter repays the Kant family by sleeping with Masha and getting her pregnant. Having schemed to wrest control of the business, Sean doesn't welcome Peter's return. Peter, for his part, soon receives the good news that Sarah is also with child. With two families to support, Peter has a greater stake in the future; but that same stake will force him to tangle with Sean on Sean's own deadly terms. What conceivable bearing can personal infertility have on the new European Common Market? Screenwriter James Hawes's dippy scenario equates virility with homicidal leanings, and revolves around an uninteresting putz who saves his livelihood and neck with the help of comic operetta Russians. Nothing makes much sense, and there's no reason to waste your energy puzzling it over.