It is hard to estimate how much marijuana someone would need to ingest in order to find Gangsters, Gamblers & Geezers funny.
Certainly such a limit must exist. Maybe once you’re down to your twelfth doobiestick of the night, lungs sore from abuse, fat and wretched from the munchies, you might find this film to be just the ticket. It might come on screen, and, lacking the physical wherewithal to locate the remote control, you just stay sat back and subsequently discover you’ve enjoyed the ride. Just, for the love of God, don’t watch this sober.
The film is a comic romp, following the wacky travails of Krish and Lee, a pair of two-bit London lads who are fired from their call-centre job and, looking to raise rent money, are sucked into a preposterous underworld, filled with ‘colourful’ ‘characters’. The whole gambit of nonsensical stereotypes are introduced, and chaos ensues, and so on, and so on…
“[it] may well be argued into the category of ‘so bad it’s good’”
It would be patently unfair to judge G,G&G by the standards of a Hollywood film; the budget simply isn’t there. The film is visibly a self-started passion project, the kind of low-tech British indie output that we, the public, should be encouraging. That said, it doesn’t recommend itself very well in its reliance on crass and offensive stereotyping, humour predicated on outdated targets. Misogynistic? Yes. Racist? Very arguably so, yes. I do admittedly have a tin ear for shock humour, but the jokes are frankly not helped by woefully sub-par writing (and often, delivery).
Gangsters, Gamblers and Geezers may well be argued into the category of ‘so bad it’s good’ – always a dubious proclamation, but, perhaps, with a kernel of truth. I can’t in good conscience recommend anyone go see it, but, if you’ve got a nice all-numbing buzz, and think that an umpteenth rewatch of Pineapple Express might require a bit too much thought, then you may just find yourself laughing through this geezploitation squib.
Image: Jaffa Film Entertainment Ltd. 2016