The Business Review by the swearing film critic.

First of all I must warn you that if you are offended by the word “cunt” don’t watch this film, as most of the script is “cunt” “you fucking cunt” and “you fucking ginger cunt”. If are offended by that then “FUCK OFF YOU CUNT”.

This lad’s flick promises a lairy cocktail of birds, booze and drug busts on the Costa del Sol. Set in the 80’s, the movie follows Frankie (Danny Dyer from Football factory), on the run after twating his mums pissed up boyfriend to death. Arriving in Malaga, he falls in with drug baron and playboy Charlie (Tamer Hassan). In Charlie's gang, Frankie can fill his boots with sun; sea and sex, dressed all the while like an extra from Miami Vice. But the dream turns sour when they piss off the fag mayor.

All the stereotypes are out - suave, slick as fuck gang boss, a fucked up nut job as a right-hand man and the new kid on the block. The love interest Carly (she would love my population paste) does fuck all 90 minutes and does not even get her little tats out.

In the Eighties everyone loved to swagger around in Sergio Tacchini tracksuits. One thing for sure it’s got a fucking awesome soundtrack of Blondie, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Spandau Ballet.

If you liked playing Vice City on play station then you will love this film. Word of warning if your anything like Rat Boy or Rabid Dog, get someone else to drive as road rage is likely and just hope nobody looks at you funny or bumps into you as there going to get fucking filled in the cunts.