The 1983 kidnapping of the Dutch brewing magnate here forms the basis of an understimulating caper with a confused attitude towards its would-be everymen protagonists: criminal masterminds when plotting a speedboat escape along Amsterdam’s canals, they revert to gormless idiocy when faced with a photocopier. (Sam Worthington’s booming Australian accent would appear a liability from the off.) As Heineken, Anthony Hopkins enjoys a nice sit down in a small room for 90 minutes, while Swedish director Daniel Alfredson pushes the early-80s aesthetic beyond a joke: we’re left peering through ditchwater levels of murk at third-or-fourth choice actors sporting persistently unflattering haircuts. Take beer goggles.
