There's no distinction among the overqualified faces in the supporting cast, spearheaded by Emily Browning, flopsweating all over everything in the truly inert role of Reggie's wife Frances, the film's snappy, ironic narrator, responsible for injecting it with all the snazzy energy it doesn't actually possess. Helgeland's work as a director has been largely dominated by films that use a lot of style but not particularly interesting style, just a bunch of flash and flair that sits on screen like a twitching corpse. The over-familiarity would be less of a problem if Legend wasn't so appallingly unexceptional. That's when it isn't simply re-running Goodfellas and Casino down to some extraordinarily specific details (especially in the way the film uses narration). It's a British production starring an all-Brit cast, but writer-director Brian Helgeland is a born Yank, which is maybe why the the film is so lousy with "Oi! Wot's dis about, bruv?"-type dialogue, part of the overall sense that we're watching a knockoff of Guy Ritchie's sometimes-lively, often-incohoate gangster pictures.
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And that's far more than we can say for Legend itself, which is an alarming botch of a biopic on top of being an all-round cheesy gangster movie that never met a dopey cliché it didn't want to dry hump in a back alley. It's disappointing to see Hardy, who absolutely can do better, settling in for such gimcrackery, but like I said: he's mechanically superb, whatever else we might think of him. Playing twins, of course, is like the actor's cheat code: it's an easy way to win adulatory reviews no matter how vanishingly subtle or cartoonishly broad the different personalities are drawn, and there's unmistakable movie magic joy to be wrung from seeing the same person on, like, two sides of the same frame. Tom Hardy is great - it would be disingenuous and stupid to deny that he's not terrific as gangster twins Reggie and Ronnie Kray, who became celebrities on the backs of their criminal infamy in '60s London. There are movies that are showcases for a bravura performance, and then there are bravura performances in search of a movie, and in the case of the bafflingly bad Legend, we see the latter.