This did have some potential, if only we could have heard what was being said! The audio recording and mixing is terrible. That’s not just a gripe, it actually means that half the time we are left to guess what “Luke” (Edward Hayter) and lifelong friend “Tommy” (Freddie Thorp) are saying and at times that is just plain irritating. These two men have a dream. That is to escape the mundanity and hopelessness of their London existence and head to America. The latter lad is a bit reckless, and is gradually becoming subsumed into a world of pretty crime and drug dealing. The only thing that holds him back is his devotion for his friend. “Luke” lives with his parents, is regularly thumped by his dad and has a girlfriend “Nikki” (Diana Vickers) with whom he struggles to quite commit, if you see what I mean. Anyway, “Tommy” isn’t a fan of her, indeed the green eyed monster is never far away and ultimately that leads him to start a domino effect of lies that could well have perilous consequences for just about everyone. It’s really a short story, this, and though both Hayter and Thorp work well enough when they are together on screen, the rest of this struggles to stand out amongst a slew of gritty London street dramas that (homo)sexualises a plot that we’ve seen plenty of times before. It’s clearly been done of a minimal budget and the visuals work fine, as does the thrust of a story of blind loyalty and irresponsibility, but once it’s set up the plot simply runs out of steam. In some ways it reminded me of “Shank” (2009) only not as characterful or gritty.