The 51st State Review
Samuel L Jackson is a black man in a kilt. That's a tough African-American wearing a skirt. Laughing yet? If so, then The 51st State is the film for you.
Jackson plays a man who has come to Liverpool from LA hoping to sell a new narcotic he's developed and leave town with a pile of money. Escorting him on this mission is local thug Felix (Robert Carlyle) who spends more time teaching Jackson's character the difference between 'B*****ks' and the 'Dog's B*****ks' than he does on actually protecting the man.
The script won't win any awards for originality, but it provides the groundwork for a enjoyably rude, crude and violent action romp. Jackson running around Liverpool hitting people with golf clubs was always going to be fun, and Carlyle is the same kind of strangely charismatic and lovable rogue we've seen him play a hundred times before. Okay, so it's got Rhys Ifans in it (we didn't say it was perfect), but the main double act and the snappy direction from Bride of Chucky helmer Ronny Yu make it well worth checking out.