There’s one cockney dichotomy that goes by the name Danny Dyer. On the one hand he is renowned for having a cheeky geezer personality loved by the nation. On the other hand he has an acting CV boasting over 45 completely forgettable films.

Despite a truly unimpressive film career, he is a household name – no doubt helped by his near ten year stint on EastEnders, and hailed as an alt national treasure.

His latest is certainly a film that fans will love, as he’s the only actor who appears in it, acting on his tod as he does, playing a football agent.

On the phone in his spacious office is Jimmy Banks (Dyer). He’s a wheeler dealer agent for premier league football talent, with a cut for himself as a nice little earner.

He’s having a ‘mare of a day though, with one of his clients, in court today facing unsavoury charges that will likely end his career, as well as Jimmy’s.

He has his fingers in other pies, in an attempt to create a deal out of nowhere, and make some fast cash, which could come in handy when he gets an unknown caller with the intentions of fleecing him by blackmailing him.

Jimmy is going to have to keep a clear head if he has any chance of ending the day with money in the bank.

Dyer has hit a particularly purple patch of late career-wise; he won a BAFTA for his role in the Sky comedy show Mr. Bigstuff, and glowing reviews for his sensitive performance in the Disney+ drama Rivals.

His sensitive side isn’t exactly present here, with what can best be described as classic typecasting for Dyer; he’s a foul-mouthed geezer, who's charming when he needs to be.

You can’t blame Dyer for not turning the role down, as it’s effectively a one man show, as the film is just him in his office for the entirety. There’s a lot of him, being in every frame that he is, but sadly he doesn’t offer anything new. He’s certainly enigmatic, and watchable, jumping from one call to the next to keep his career alive.

So the only interaction is with these callers, but unfortunately they are, ironically enough, phoned-in, so the interaction doesn’t feel authentic, which isn’t Dyer’s fault.

There seems a missed opportunity too, considering who his son-in-law is, with his back of his office packed with football paraphernalia, including a footie shirt, that doesn’t sport the name Bowen. Shame.

Thankfully the twist is rewarding, if you don’t see it coming, and Dyer’s shtick is very watchable.

It’s not going to make any difference to his current status, for better or worse, but there’s plenty of Dyer on show if he floats your boat.

It’s a shame that it‘s more of the same, especially as his role as Freddie Jones in Rivals is so touching, but with series 2 just around the corner, there’s more opportunity for Dyer to play more than just of an extension of himself, which he’s built his career on; but if that’s the version of Dyer you like, you’re in for a Katie Price time.