Well, the rumors were true…. This was somewhat convoluted…
That being said, the performances in here are all around great and you can’t help but loose yourself in the great style of the picture that in many ways reminded me to a hybrid of Guy Ritchie and Matthew Vaughn.

Its quick editing and snappy dialogue makes for a good time as we try to unravel the mystery that surrounds our protagonist played by the beloved Josh Hartnett, who sells the charm and the quirky nature of his character. He and everyone is given some great dialogues and scenes that make up for some very entertaining moments from the whole flashback narrations, the cheating scene and its reaction, its just a…

Slevin: "I'm gonna say the same thing any man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses to the right or left."
Lindsey: "What's that?"
Slevin: "Yes."

Lucky Number Slevin is an absurdly mixed bag, that despite its shortcomings, and - by the end - tonal inconsistencies really stands out as a grifter/gangster/mystery/black comedy that we've seldom seen.

Its stylish. Really stylish. I would say almost on an Edgar Wright level of stylish and comedic storytelling. The dialogue is so incredibly snappy, the editing is so fluent and aggressive, and the mystery is so tightly knitted, making you wonder about how every single object and character correlates to the grander picture.

I'm bringing up Edgar Wright…

So while it may be a bit predictable, even with all the twists and turns, this is still a very enjoyable ride of a film. I understand the Guy Ritchie and Tarantino comparisons, they certainly fit, but I think there is a bit more to this than just being a bastard child of someone trying to copy them.

One thing that helps tremendously with that is the cast. It's stacked with a bunch of talented actors that are all having a great time with their roles. There is a lot of charm and charisma on display in this, it really helps with the dialogue which at times does tend to think it's smarter than it really is.

This is probably…

Lucky Number Slevin, by director Paul McGuigan, throws a half dozen plot threads at you in the first ten minutes or so. A bookkeeper is shot while on the way to his car in a parking structure. Bruce Willis (who makes sporadic brief screen appearances) is a mysterious stranger at an airport that strikes up an unusual conversation with a sonny boy, something about a “Kansas City Shuffle.” A nine-to-one odds horse takes a dive at the racetracks. Another unexplained character is shot coming out of a bank. And then there’s Slevin (Josh Hartnett) who has been mistaken first by a neighbor, and then by two thugs that want to take him to a gangster’s hideout.

All these half-baked, fleeting…