Everything about this supposedly raw exposé feels like yesterday's news.

The plot, concerning the identity of a snuff-movie killer, is a gruesome mixture of sexual sadism and sentimentality, made even less palatable by dialogue of quarter-witted aggression.

Awful -- bad acting, the worst kind of cockney clichés.

Tight close-ups and direct-to- camera confessionals are the order of the day in a film so peppered with sleazy sex, casual violence and endless swearing that it comes perilously close to caricature. Nobody's finest hour.