Double X

The brainchild of its director, this is an unspeakably dreadful, amateurish affair which shows, if nothing else, the desperate straits the British film industry has come to. What possessed actors of the calibre of Ward, Hill and Craven to consider this clueless cheapo about British organised (or rather, unorganised) crime is a matter only for speculation; Wisdom was presumably resurrecting his ambitions to be a serious actor in the part of a bank robber who tries to protect himself and his young daughter from a band of vicious crooks. There is absolutely no level - not even in the realms of self-parody - on which the film works. Inauspiciously, it's the first product of the Business Enterprise scheme.