Rollin' with the Nines (18) <!-- none onestar twostar threestar fourstar fivestar -->

From its opening scene - an arsenal of handguns gloatingly fetishised - this London gangsta flick offers a warped hymn to unregenerate criminality. Unlike Saul Dibb's Bullet Boy, which investigated black-on-black gun crime with purpose and poignancy, director Julian Gilbey and co-writer William Gilbey use their flimsy revenge scenario as an excuse for macho posturing, nonstop use of the c-word and deafening gunplay. By the end, the trail of carnage looks more like it's from the streets of Johannesburg or Detroit than our own capital.