Clairvoyant femme fatale Nicola Six has been living with a dark premonition of her impending death by murder. She begins a tangled love affair with three uniquely different men: one of whom she knows will be her murderer.
Whatever director Matthew Cullen and writer Roberta Hanley have cooked up with this screen adaptation, it's nothing if not a debauched hodgepodge for the senses that dares you to abandon it at almost every turn.
As it stands, the only thing London Fields has going for it is that it's messy and weird enough to hopefully provoke those who have never read Amis to consider trying him out.
London Fields overflows with interesting ideas but they are frequently buried under lurid fantasy sequences, blunt-edged satire and the sense that it is much more amused by its own wild daring than we are.
So comprehensively does the film fail to represent the labyrinthian literary wonders of Amis' book that it scarcely seems worthwhile to detail its universal shortcomings.