Director: James Marsh
Starring: Michael Caine, Charlie Cox, Jim Broadbent

A film about the Hatton Garden heist could only bring together Britain’s finest legendary actors.

King of Thieves is the true crime drama about a bunch of old retired crooks who pull off a massive heist in London’s Jewellery district, Hatton Garden. Extracting £14million worth of goods, their fairy-tale takes a dramatic turn due to greed and trust.

It’s always interesting to see how true-life heists were pulled off and where the security may have gone wrong. In this case, the blueprint of the heist wasn’t extravagant, so age didn’t really play too much of a part in pulling the actual heist off. There were a lot of references to their ages with their ailments, hip replacements, diabetes and so on which are serious things dealing with at their age, but it was made fun of with a lot of sweary banter.

Saying this, there were great performances from the whole cast and they were definitely cast well. I wouldn’t have picked a better bunch. Jim Broadbent had the lasting impression on me. Usually he plays the ditzy old man but for King of Thieves, he became much darker and intimidating and to be fair, was a bit scarier than Michael Caine. Caine is always interesting because he can cut you down with words and that disappointed look in his eyes.

Ray Winstone was Ray Winstone, witty, the muscle of the group and the lady’s man while you had Tom Courtenay and Michael Gambon on the other end of the spectrum with incontinence issues, hearing aids and the stereotypes of being “old”.

Charlie Cox was a weird but intriguing character in the mix, playing Basil. Young, knows about technology (obviously) and wanted to do this job with the old bangers. He played this role very well. Timid yet invested, a very mysterious character.

James Marsh did a great job in representing London. It was very refreshing seeing public transport like the DLR and not just big red buses and driving past areas that are now well known for Londoners other than central London. There’s a scene where Ray Winstone and Jim Broadbent drives past Stratford near the new West Ham stadium and I could see viewers in my screening pointing at the screen. Things like this helps with its relevance with the audience. Marsh as a director is great at this and was one of the things I loved about The Theory of Everything. It wasn’t a stereotypical depiction of England where it’s gloomy and rainy all the time because it isn’t.

It’s not glamorous nor a distinct comedy, but there’s a lot of banter which may be hit and miss with some viewers who aren’t familiar with the British language. Also, a quite a few F-bomb and C-bombs which may be a little sensitive on the ears for some.