This is a disappointingly reverential exercise in East End mythologising that's too busy sucking up to its rheumily sentimental interviewees to spend enough time exploring the few interesting observations they do make.
This grainy documentary that lets the Cockney hard men brag about violence, honour codes and the changed East End. Director Collins appeared with her sister Teena in Guy Ritchie's Snatch. That explains a lot.
The End could be criticised for being one-sided (none of the victims get a look-in). But that's missing the point, for at heart it's really a portrait of a long-gone era. In all, it's the best British crime film in years.
The second half of this most watchable debut sows a few doubts. The old sweats admit that prison has wasted half their lives, that they indeed "done wrong" and, in two cases, that God has saved them from themselves.
As well as being a candid portrayal of a bygone gangster life, The End's carving visceral edge and acute sense of storytelling gives it bags of rewatch value and quotability. A darn fine piece of work, The End deserves all its praises.