There is an explosive fun scene at the end. That's it. All the rest is the life of a real estate agent that borrowed too much money. And it's boring as fuck. You keep waiting to see where it's going and when it's gonna start. It doesn't. Even the main event, which is so long to come, when she's out of nowhere forcibly involved in a kidnapping, doesn't manage to make things interesting. Weird: [spoiler]Why did she call the wife ? And free the guy at the end. Does she really believe the Viking will not kill him ?[/spoiler] Weirder. The post resolution scene where she [spoiler]goes to kill a woman, probably a friend, she owes money to[/spoiler]. Is this real ? If yes, what the fuck. If it's a dream it might match with the next scene where we can see her unbelievable success. Anyway, both feel out of place.

Neon crime caper about a coked-up London estate agent in over her head. Strange, try-hard, and kind of boring. If you’re doing pitch-black comedy, you’ve got to land the bite. Natasha, an estate agent with debts, drugs and delusions of control, gets leaned on by loan sharks to stash a kidnapped rival while she hunts an old underworld ally called The Viking. It plays as a week from hell through London's seedier corners. The cast is stacked, and you can see the intent, but the tone wobbles between grim and glib, and the "isn’t she awful" gag wears thin. The dark-comedy bite never really arrives, so the chaos just feels loud. FrightFest billed it as a neon-soaked gangster spiral with Gerard Johnson at the wheel; you feel the swagger, not the soul. If you liked… Bronson, You Were Never Really Here, Villain, In Bruges