Dom Hemingway (R)
Law stalled as long as he could. But after a 10-year stretch of solid, overlooked work, and his 40th birthday, he's embracing the full trifecta of notice-me-damn-it options. The Dom Hemingway Law plays seems like the usual London lout, a big-talking thief who's spent the last 12 years in jail. If life were like the movies, half the men in England would be in organized crime. Writer-director Richard Shepard doesn't have a new take on the pubs-and-guns genre, with its wisecracks and cracked skulls. But in Law's hands, his character's heart beats with fresh, bilious blood. Hemingway is entitled, animalistic, and vulnerable.
Fresh off a jail sentence lengthened by his refusal to fink on his boss, Mr. Fontaine (Demián Bichir), Hemingway arrives at Fontaine's villa to recoup a reward for his silence — there, he gets drunk and demands that his murderous boss throw in his girlfriend as a bonus. If only Shepard's movie lived up to his leading man. It's merely a frame for a character portrait, with Shepard's camera screwing our eyes to Law's performance and pasting in supporting actors and situations for no larger purpose than to see his reaction to them.