WILD BILL is that rare British film about the working classes which doesn't wallow in poverty porn, sub-1960s social consciousness or tedious 'yoof' street-life. Instead it's a small story, set against the backdrop of the preparations for the London Olympics, almost Dickensian in it's combination of social realism with a happy ending. When Wild Bill, a feckless small time gangster, gets out of jail he finds his two sons living on their own and doing quite well without him. Circumstances intervene though in the shape of the government and so they're forced to live with one another, which none of them want. Inevitably he also wants to go on the straight and narrow but his old criminal mates have other ideas. It's competently shot, acted and told - which is more than most British films these days - and whilst it never ascends any heights it never plumbs any depths either; it's charming enough and has it's heart in the right place.