The fates are pursuing both brothers: the more sympathetic Terry, a neurotic car mechanic at a North Kensington garage hoping to set up home with lively, heart-of-gold girlfriend Kate (an admirable Sally Hawkins) is dogged by his gambling addiction. In crude contrast, the more confident Ian – who dreams of being a property developer while still working at their stolid dad’s little restaurant – looks set to be a victim of hubris. Not only does he romance hiss-ably self-regarding Sloane actress Angela (suffering Hayley Atwell) in bro’s borrowed sports cars, but he also believes he can get away with murder, persuading Terry to knock off a visiting associate of their bent, rich uncle (Tom Wilkinson).
Shot over a wide, if ill-used, range of London locations, it’s a weak drama of misguided ambition and fatal character flaw, lacking any discernible authorial voice. You feel, vaguely, Allen had Mike Leigh in mind – or was it Sophocles? – but never told his actors. They flounder in a half-hearted movie lacking any sense of dramatic irony, place or purpose.