Brit hoodlum flick North v South starts with two adversary sorted out wrongdoing crowds confronting one another over a table. As the camera container along the line-up, it uncovers a variable’s who of splendid bonkers English ability. On one side we have that ace of unbridled fierceness Steven, stalled as the manager of the south, lizard lieutenant Keith Allan next to him. Inverse him is a feign, hawkish Bernard Slope, the manager of the north. Not so bonkers but rather just as splendid is his kickass skipper, Freema.
And after that we have relative newcomer Brad Moore as the completely unhinged cockney wide boy Gary, who kills a comedian (genuinely) in the initial five minutes of the film. Toss in a cross-dressing contract executioner and two star-crossed darlings Terry a hesitant hoodlum from a northern wrongdoing line, and Vic’s little girl Willow (not certain how they really met the flashback makes it look as though they initially bolted eyes and lips at a social for criminals’ kids) and the stage is set for anarchy.