US, 105 min The best in the business at being bald, British, belligerent and barely acting at all remains the one and only Jason Statham. The 'Stath' dusts off his full repertoire of scowls, grimaces and bitter winces for a most enjoyable heist flick directed by his old mate Guy Ritchie (The Gentlemen). Statham's character goes by the name of H. For reasons that will not be given until well into the second hour of the picture, H has just taken a job with an armoured truck firm that seems well beneath his standing as a standover man of very ill repute. There might be a bit - no, make that a lot - of unrequited revenge involved, but that hardly matters once this unapologetic B-movie gets busy flexing some A-grade muscle. Despite a chaptered structure where we will be offered multiple perspectives on what has gotten H's goat, all narrative roads head for one cracking mega-robbery climax which will put a broad, dopey smile on the faces of all action fans. The only downside is that the picture lacks the self-confident wit and snarky wordplay of Ritchie's better works.