FREIGHT: return to sender

FREIGHT is a fright.
This 2010 British thriller wants to be gritty, violent and in your face as it tackles the very real issue of human trafficking but instead falls flat on it's face thanks to an atrociously poor script and some only marginally better acting.
Danny Midwinter as the lead bad tough guy plays him like a stale cliche of every Eastern European movie gangster, endlessly laughing at things that aren't funny and speaking English that's way too good for someone who's just shipped in to the UK from Romania or Russia  or where-ever it is he's supposed to be from (the film never makes it clear).

Billy Murray as the chief good bad guy swaggers around in a leather jacket, followed by his crew of over muscled, mentally challenged lunks who don't even possess enough brain cells between them to recognise their boss is spouting some of the worst dialogue ever committed to film.
The plot is confused, confusing and completely implausible, and serves mainly as an excuse for the cast to fire their guns at each other as frequently as possible without ever once attracting the attention of the British Police.
Considering that FREIGHT is directed by a man (Stuart St Paul) best known as a stunt coordinator there's not even any decent action sequences to compensate for the dire story and acting.
An all-round dismal disaster, with a disturbing undercurrent of xenophobia, FREIGHT is one package you should not accept delivery of under any circumstances.