Usually it might seem a tad unfair to begin a review by referring to the director's missis. But then the missis in question wouldn't usually be Madonna--a woman whose ability to reinvent herself several times before breakfast seems in marked contrast to that of hubby Guy Ritchie. Certainly; this follow-up to the filmmaker's breakthrough film--the high-energy; expletive-strewn cockney-gangster movie Lock; Stock and Two Smoking Barrels--hardly breaks new ground being; well; another high-energy; expletive-strewn cockney-gangster movie. OK; so there are some differences. This time around our low-rent hoodlums are battling over dodgy fights and stolen diamonds rather than dodgy card games and stolen drugs. There has been some minor reshuffling of the cast too; with Sting and Dexter Fletcher making way for the more bankable Benicio Del Toro and Brad Pitt; the latter pretty much stealing the whole shebang as an incomprehensible Irish gypsy. And; sure; people who really; really liked Lock; Stock--or have the memory of a goldfish--will really; really like this. The suspicion lingers; however; that if the director doesn't do something very different next time around then his career may prove to be considerably shorter than that of his missis. --Clark Collis