REVIEWED - THE BUSINESS: Everyone's amoral in The Business, every single character. Writer-director Nick Love's vigorous reworking of the jaded genre that is the British guns'n'geezers movie carries loud echoes of earlier gangster pictures - GoodFellas in its narrative and structural template, and Sexy Beast in its Costa del Sol setting.

Love sets his film in the 1980s, when the south of Spain became such a popular haven for British gangsters that it was tagged the Costa del Crime. Danny Dyer impressively plays Frankie, who murders his mother's brutal partner, gets out of South London and heads for Puerto Banus, where he finds a surrogate father in Charlie (Tamer Hassan), an expat gangster who runs a bar and has a lucrative sideline in smuggling drugs across the sea from Morocco.

Charlie's violent backstory is succinctly told in a movie peppered with terse, hard-boiled voiceover dialogue that's borderline risible, as in "the geezer was so hard even his nightmares were afraid of him". The dramatic consequences are familiar and obvious - criminals getting out of their depth, dishonour among thieves - and though the sex is coy, the language is expletive-littered and the violence is frequent and explicit.

Love, who made The Football Factory, propels this sun-soaked picture at a breathless pace from the opening beats of Duran Duran's Planet Earth, pumping up the adrenalin with a jukebox of 1980s pop singles that spans Blondie, Bowie, OMD, FGTH, Roxy Music, Buggles and A Flock of Seagulls.

The period detail is just as precise in every other respect, not least in the lurid "sportswear leisure" costumes that earned the era the soubriquet The Decade That Taste Forgot.