Not for everyone, and especially not for those who prefer their plots spoon-fed to them, much less to make sense, Ritchie does some knocking on Scorcese territorial doors with this hallucinagenic gangster/chinese box of a filmic exercise in (ulp!) psychological self-discovery (in a movie?!? say it ain't so!!!) ...
... that fails in one important aspect: we remain unconnected to our main character, thus rendering the many and varied contortions moot. Ineffectual. Things happen and you're like "whatever."
Nonetheless, there are interesting segments throughout, and rarely a dull moment. I liked it more than it deserved.
That can happen sometimes.