After finding out the stolen gold in a car, a group of teenagers, face many challenges as they find themselves involved in a crime they did not commit, so they have to do their best, in order to reveal the truth and prove their innocence, but they get in dilemma with the criminals.
It's one thing to make a world of robbers, crooks, and murderers look like a Calvin Klein ad, but the fact that Snatch isn't even particularly interested in the criminal mind is what ultimately sinks the whole enterprise.
Snatch on Crackle pops. The new series, based on Guy Ritchie's 2000 movie, is a whole lot of fun, a stylish heist story with an irreverent sense of humor.
It's at least committed to keeping things zipping along. It's a small virtue, but it matters. If you can't give your audience something original or interesting to look at, then at least don't make them wait.
It is endlessly, desperately in thrall to Guy Ritchie. And, since Guy Ritchie was desperately in thrall to Tarantino when he made Snatch, the whole thing comes off as spectacularly inauthentic; a Xerox of a Xerox of a Xerox.
It adeptly moves along, creating a rhythm easy to fall into, but far from addictive. Time may turn this into a more moving adventure, but it's a bit too uninspired to leave a mark a la Mickey's right hook.
