There's a place called Devil's Island that is used to contain crooks, after judges from fair France have thrown all they have in their books, on this occasion we find three that have escaped with their pet snake, who find shelter in a store after making a swift jail break. This place is run and managed by an innocent old chap, and the villains have visions of taking all the things they clap, but before they have a chance to disappear into the night, they are conjuring a dinner for his family to bite. Before an Uncle and his nephew bring much trouble, grief and strife, a little later clogs are popped and one or two do not have life, but if you've made it all this way without a yawn and a small snore, I doff my cap, for me, this was, a burden and a chore.
Review of We're No Angels
