Biopic of Welsh hash smuggler, Howard Marks. Lightweight, by the numbers approach as young Marks goes to Oxford, straight as an arrow, discovers reefer, begins the transformation. Next thing, he's collaborating with IRA patriots to smuggle Afghan hash. Money for lifestyle or guns. Several funny anecdotal scenes, yet nowhere does this dig for substance. Big deals in the US skitter by, swimming pool styling in Mallorca added to show - I suppose - how boring the clean life was. Some of the cinematography intrigues as they have characters drive or walk in front of obvious rear projection of 60s or 70s exteriors. Too long at two hours, and still seemed shallow. Rhys Myers (as Howard) distracted by reminding me of singer Liam Gallagher (Oasis).
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