City of Tiny Lights

Persevered with it till the end but it was a very thin plot and not very exciting.

Can't really blame the quite good cast and I agree with some other reviewers that sound quality was very poor.

Private eyeing in present day Britain is a rough proposition. Guns are illegal, and then there's the whole immigration tension going on. Tommy Akhtar (wild eyed Riz Ahmed) is a typical, hard-drinking, tough talking, fistcuffing gumshoe with a heart of gold, trying to solve a missing Russian escort case whilst his very complicated past comes back to further cloud the perpetually rainy skies of London.

Ahmed is perfect in the lead, offering equal parts macho and empathetic soul; the gutsy dick able to take a beating, romance a good woman, and stand loyally by his loved ones.

"City of Tiny Lights" uses interesting political bents with religious, racial and drug tensions seething in the background, showing England for the explosive melting pot it truly is. Beautifully shot in wet, dark London, sparkling with Christmassy bokeh lights popping out of ominous shadows, this is one gorgeous looking film.

A little messy and cacophonic at times, this stab of celluloid is saved by a splashy, vibrant style that is pure eye candy.

There appears to be something wrong with the sound mixing, perhaps a post production goof but this film is very hard to follow as the dialogue is lost in the background noise.

I might add that I am both British and used to London and regional brit accents, yet I still struggled, In the interests of full disclosure, I never made it to the end of the film due to said issues, so my low score reflects my dissatisfaction with the audio quality.

Learn to lip-read, or avoid

First, for the bad sound review, watch it in a theater or on a good streaming site. If you're using Kodi, make sure you know how to adjust the sound. I saw it while Jillian Michaels was telling me to walk faster on my treadmill and I got every word. The sound mix is just fine, thank you. Next, the mood is right out of Raymond Chandler, complete with hard, tough observations that sound as if they're from the '40s. Put that in modern London with first gen Brits and it kind of fits, strange but true. The hero drinks Wild Turkey straight, too.

The teen angst parts are good, they fit with the present story and are well acted. Overall, the film is good entertainment and has a wonderful multi-cultural mix. Who knew cricket had so many insights into life?

Laughbly absure nonsense. Not long into this movie it was apparent the script was badly floundering. The acting is truly horrendous, and at any time someone was prone to just burst out into some PC speech totally out of context with what was previously happening. The personalities of the cast were wooden, and all attempts to boost the image of the lead as a private investigator fell flat. Completely unbleievable in the role, but he's a promising talent for sure. If you've never gotten tired of seeing someone smoke in a movie, you will after this. It's completely unnecessary. He smokes. We get it. We don't need to see it every frame of every scene. The cigarette should be mentioned in the credits, as it's the most consistent thing about this movie. The settings and scenes are appropriately dark and mysterious and add a sense of forboding menace, but it's not enough raise this sad effort beyond the level of cliche nothingness.