The Gentlemen season two review – these geezers in tweed are irritating, stupid and extremely funny

Guy Ritchie’s crime caper is back with the usual hijinks, swearing and men shaking their fists.

But its ridiculousness is strangely comforting – and Theo James’s beefcake Eddie is so bland that he is fascinating to observe He lives in a house, a very big house in the country.

He has pectorals the size of Bentleys and wears plus-fours so voluminous they could accommodate his fleet of gundogs and still provide room for snarling groundskeeper Geoff (“I would do anyfink for you an’ this famlee”).

And yet! Edward “Eddie” Horniman, 13th Duke of Halstead (Theo James), is sad.

And aggrieved.

A moment’s silence, please, as this powerful hunk pontificates on the unbearable lightness of being the millionaire protagonist in Guy Ritchie’s The Gentlemen.

“Four hundred years ago, this estate spread out as far as the eye could see,” he tells Geoff (Vinnie Jones) as the camera swoops over his verdant playpen, a lavish patchwork of abundant hedges and cap-doffing deer.

“But it’s been diminished.

Year after year.

Generation after generation.

First came the apologies, then came the shame, then came the contraction.

I want it back, Geoff,” he growls, hexagonal jaw stiff with emotion.

“I want it all back!” Continue reading...