Pixie

To call it the story of a heist gone wrong is a grievous understatement. This is a plot in which next to nothing goes right. But the film itself is a different matter.

...it's not dark-hearted enough, dealing with these things without enough fingers in the soil...but Olivia Cooke is very good...and it made me want to skip and wear my hat at a jaunty angle.

Pixie is a lively caper, and intermittently good fun on a trashy escapism level.

If the works of the movie-making brothers John Michael McDonagh and Martin McDonagh were passed through a blender, drained of personality and reassembled by a Guy Ritchie-inspired screenwriting app, then the results would be close to Pixie.

Uneven, immature and a little derivative - but entertaining performances from Olivia Cooke and Alec Baldwin keeps Pixie watchable.

There's a legion of influences here, and what's on screen is perhaps never quite enough its own thing. But still, there are some genuinely funny moments...

"We're imitating the McDonagh brothers. So what?" Still, it's got a good enough cast, a couple of twists and enough brute force to it that it's worth taking in on its own terms.

Finds enough charm in two key places: its engaging lead actor and its energy.

Smartly crafted, cleverly written, and expertly acted, Pixie's jaunt through Ireland is an action-packed, rib-tickling delight.

A lazy and shamelessly unoriginal entry in a tradition that includes such gems as The Guard, Breakfast on Pluto, I Went Down, In Bruges and a dozen or more other, often terrific films.