I saw this as part of a USP film show at NUS, lots of fun, i'll be seeing PleasureFactory next week.
As yet another Post-Imperial US film ( no ewoks this time ), Saint Jack uses the James Bond formula ( girls and friends will change, but the game remains the same ) to explore how the loss of power affects us, especially our self-identity. The film's greatest scene occurs when Jack first exhibits intelligence and restraint ( the kid hitting the whore in the hotel ). The rest is setup, denouement, and details.
Why must you Brits always say "I'm sorry"?
It's all we have left.