Danny Dyer is giving it loads, but this still feels like a contrived and finally very heavy-handed and theatrical solo piece featuring a twist ending you’ll see coming a mile away.
Dyer plays Jimmy Banks, a brash, fast-talking cockney football agent, who – in moods good and bad – is always breaking out a certain monosyllable best described as blunt, or an affront, generally prefaced by “that …” or “you …” He’s got the Bluetooth in, cutting megadeals all day on the phone in his office with a toxic mix of ersatz charm and genuine menace, while fending off existential threats to his dodgy livelihood; wheeling, dealing and reeling. Jerry Maguire he ain’t.
