The acting left a ton to be desired and the sound was as if recorded in an echo chamber or someone's bathroom. If good actors had done this and the script was cleaned up a bit it might have been a great movie, but low budget equaled garbage results.
Raymond was believable as me winning the superbowl single handed using my cane while carrying a Volkswagen on my back and the 'boss'/'brains' of the outfit was the stereotypical guy with a suave, sophisticated tastes managing a bunch of punk kid criminals. The whiny girl should have been shot in the first scene. The part that could have been cleaned up in the script was police procedures. They offered utterly nothing in the way of surveillance (even though they knew who was behind it, what car he drove, where he lived, etc,. etc., etc.) and instead relied on a civilian caught in the act of an armed robbery leaving leads on a matchbook cover. Maybe I'm not up on police 101, but I've been arrested enough times to know that would never happen in a million years. The only real redemption offered was some decent jazz background music. 2 stars for unprofessional production and acting.