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Material Guy

With a mix of marketing moxie and British charm, Guy Ritchie has turned his movie "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" into an indie sensation. Being Madonna's boyfriend hasn't hurt, either.


At last, a viable explanation for Madonna's recently acquired Alistair Cooke accent. Perhaps it's her current paramour, British-born indie auteur Guy Ritchie, who has been crisscrossing America for the past five weeks flogging his much-hyped new movie, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, a baroque farce about gangsters on London's East End. "This is a dream come true for me," says the first-time writer-director, who went from directing low-rent German techno videos to getting a second feature greenlighted by Sony in less than a year. "I love this bloody country!"

Boyishly handsome, artfully tousled, and kept trim by a diet primarily comprised of shellfish and ale ("the warmer, the better"), Ritchie puts his age at 30 even though British papers insist he's nine years older. As befits any chum of Madonna, he's also proved adept at collecting column inches: In the past month, he's been sighted mamboing with Miss M at Moomba, falling out of a limo an hour late for his L.A. premiere, and cavorting naked in the snow with friends at Sundance. "We had a hot tub at this very flash hotel, and you know, Englishmen aren't used to hot tubs," Ritchie explains with a high-pitched giggle. "So we all got in there, and someone came up with the stupid idea that whoever got into the snow would get $20. Before we knew it, everyone was in the snow, and no one got the $20."

Ritchie and his clean-scrubbed, Gucci-clad brat-pack of modelish actors are the newest icons of "laddism," a testosterone-infused celebration of working-class British culture best represented by the brawler ethos of Loaded magazine, Oasis, big-beat music, and soccer hooligans. "When boys get together in America, it's a bit of a frat-boy thing," says Ritchie. "Whereas in England, we're all just together for a laugh, really."

Severely dyslexic, Ritchie left school at 15 and worked at menial jobs like digging sewers for hotels on the Greek island Ios, then spent several frustrating years directing commercials before embarking on Lock, Stock. "I started the long process of lying in order to make the film," says Ritchie. "Lying gets more films made than money."

Beatings with a rubber dildo are just one of the indignities suffered by Lock, Stock's quartet of put-upon heroes -- loquacious, waify twentysomethings who get taken for half a million quid by seasoned thugs in a card game. Desperate to recoup the money, the liquored-up lads get mixed up with a bevy of crooks -- including a pair of menacing creditors named Harry the Hatchet and Barry the Baptist. The film's dialogue runs to lines like this one, delivered by a West Indian sporting a retro Afro: "If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the type of pussy who will drink it."

Adding a dose of street cred to the cast are a couple of real-life con men, including a former bare-knuckle-boxing champ and a heavy who was "discovered" at the Smithfield meat market. Notoriously pugilistic soccer player Vinnie Jones, who plays a vicious debt collector in the film, was jailed for assault on the first day of production -- a case of life imitating art imitating life.

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