A journalist sits alone in a bar, working, when a stranger approaches him. While the journalist continues to go over his files the stranger begins with him a conversation, by the end of which a startling discovery will be made. But who is this stranger, and what are his intentions? At some point in our lives many of us will have had a creepy encounter or two with strangers in a bar. But how many of those encounters have led to a major breakthrough or discovery in our work? Or any other part of our lives, for that matter. I'm guessing not many. So Meekah (Theo White) is either very lucky to have this new, all-seeing admirer, or he's in a lot of trouble. Either way, the conversation at the heart of Creatures of Habit  is a rather chilling affair. Even the way Timothy J. Cox's moustache... I mean 'Stranger' saunters up to Meekah and begins shooting the shit is a little creepy - something that's nicely highlighted by some clever lighting and camera angles. But it is

Mickey Pearson (Matthew McConaughey) has built a multi-million pound cannabis empire, and used it to ingratiate his way into British high society. But with legalisation on the horizon, Mickey's looking to sell up and retire, spend some time with the wife. The problem is word of Mickey's plans have got out, and the vultures are circling. Can the gentleman drug dealer keep his empire intact long enough to find a buyer? Guy Ritchie returns to the genre that made him with a movie that puts a hilarious - and not entirely unbelievable - spin on the British upper class. Told mostly through flashback, and from the point of view of Fletcher, a sleazy private investigator played by Hugh Grant in a show stealing performance. Very different from the type of character we're used to seeing Grant play, Fletcher is by far the best thing about The Gentlemen. Something of an unreliable narrator - he is prone to flashes of "artistic license" - his attempts to liven up t