A clever plan to knock off a rich London bank is about the only thing that works in Loophole. The caper, filmed in and around the British capital, squanders some fine talent on a trite, low-voltage script.
Albert Finney as the mastermind of the heist, and Martin Sheen as an honest architect who lends the gang his talents in order to bail himself out of hock to his own bank, perform okay with little room to flex their histrionic skills. As scripted from a Robert Pollock novel, the plot isn’t exactly mint new, with Finney & Co utilizing the rat infested sewer tunnels under mid-town London for access to and getaway from the bank’s vault. A downpour almost wreaks its own brand of providential justice in the only sequence with any kind of charge for action or suspense fans.
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