Wholesale re-editing might have salvaged something from this boring and badly constructed noir thriller - in the presence of which I found myself wilting like spinach. It certainly makes you appreciate the superior craftsmanship of Tarantino, or indeed any good film-maker in any genre.

Los Debutantes is a Chilean film, whose director Andrés Waissbluth, like Spinal Tap bassist Nigel Tufnel, evidently conflates the concepts of "sexy" and "sexist". A young gangster-wannabe takes his innocent kid brother to a club, where they both fall for the same pole-dancer, who comes on naked save for a shaving-foam bikini. Yikes.

The movie is allegedly retold from their three respective points of view, but the laborious rewind-shifts in standpoint are so incompetently managed that differences are not clear, and certainly not interesting. The kid brother character drifts out of the picture after 20 minutes and an entire storyline about a child kidnap is simply abandoned. Some debut this is.