Another British highlight was the eagerly awaited new film by Mike Hodges, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead - less a follow-up to Croupier than a reworking of the much-fetishised Get Carter. Clive Owen scowls for all he's worth from behind a hillbilly beard as the London hard man returning from the wilderness to avenge his brother's death. Moody, brutal and inkily nocturnal in the extreme, the film is as greasy, as nasty and in many ways as throwaway as a second-hand crime paperback but it's all the more watchable for all that, and Hodges gives the last decade's worth of London gangster cliches a reviving twist by infusing the film with the spirit of the Fifties British B-pic.