Imagine Headhunters with a lot less going on upstairs and you have the measure of Magnus Martens’ knockabout Nordic noir, also based on a Jo Nesbø story.
Likeable Christmas tree manufacturer Kyrre Hellum wakes up in the aftermath of a strip-club shootout, but the last thing he can remember is winning the football pools with dodgy best pal Mads Ousdal.
Cue a violent caper of entertaining, but avoidable, Guy Ritchie-isms. Although it can’t help but feel a touch retro in comparison to Sweden’s more sophisticated recent output, it gets by on good-humoured bad taste alone.
