MobLand (2025)
Tom Hardy’s latest dive into the underworld is a razor-sharp London crime saga that feels like Peaky Blinders crashed into The Gentlemen with a side of family dysfunction. Premiering on Paramount+ back in March, it’s already renewed for Season 2—because why stop when the bodies are still warm?
Hardy’s Harry Da Souza is the beating heart: a chain-smoking fixer with a moral compass made of broken glass, juggling loyalties for the Harrigan empire while everything burns. Pierce Brosnan slinks in as Conrad, all silver-fox charm and veiled threats, while Helen Mirren’s Maeve is a queenpin who’d slit your throat over tea—cocaine from her cleavage? Iconic. Paddy Considine’s Kevin, the black-sheep heir, brings the quiet rage that guts you, and Geoff Bell’s Richie Stevenson is the snarling rival you love to hate. The ensemble (Joanne Froggatt, Anson Boon, Janet McTeer) weaves a web of betrayals so tangled, you’ll rewind mid-episode.
Guy Ritchie directs the opener with his flashy flair—slow-mo shootouts in foggy docks, quips sharper than switchblades—but Ronan Bennett’s scripts keep it grounded in gritty realism. Episodes simmer with boardroom chess games that explode into dockside massacres, and that mid-season twist? Had me yelling at the screen. It’s fast, funny in the darkest way, and doesn’t pull punches on the cost of empire-building.
Binged it in a weekend. Now I need a drink and a loyalty test.
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