“All the Devils are Here” is a slow, simmering heist-goes-wrong thriller from Jolly Olde where the “types” are familiar and the cliches go down easily. That’s the cinematic comfort food genre pieces promise and this one, taking its title from The Bard, delivers.

Eddie Marsan‘s a high-mileage mug pushed into one last job. Or maybe it’s just one more job. “Mr. Reynolds,” whom we never see, doesn’t like to be disappointed. His man Laing (Rory Kinnear) handles the details. And the villains Laing’s cast for this gig pretty much guarantee drama.

The wheelman, Royce (Tienne Simon) is young and green. The muscle, Grady (Sam Claflin) is a simpering psychopath — all sniggering sadism and “the old ultraviolence,” a creep given to playing “five finger fillet” to relax. The armed robbery goes wrong the moment Grady decides to get his beat-the-hostages jollies behind the back of “the old man” in charge, Ronnie.

The getaway drive leaves more carnage in its path. Their arranged remote hideout in the treeless barrens of The North might go on for longer that the “one week” they expect.

As Mr. Reynolds has arranged for “Numbers,” an accountant (Burn Gorman) to sit on the cash in an upstairs bedroom until they’re summoned, things are sure to turn uglier. The accountant’s a junkie with a portable reel-to-reel tape deck filled with late ’60s Brit pop, a soundtrack for his tuned-out all-nighters.

Ronnie, who understands “honor,” Mr. Reynolds’ idea of a good “soldier,” accepts his fate and takes on the peace-keeping and the cooking — bangers and cabbage and beans, bangers and eggs, bangers and whatever.

Threats aren’t enough to shut Grady up once he’s busted into the bar cabinet of this tumbledown farmhouse straight out of your nightmares. Or maybe just mine.

The kid? He gets the “Don’t end up like me” lecture from Ronnie. Not that Royce listens to the warnings about the decades-long cycle of crimes, arrests, prison and repeat.

“They have to catch me.” “They always do, son. They always do.”

The full quote from Shakespeare’s “Tempest” is “Hell is Empty and all the Devils are Here.”

That and the period piece nature of “All the Devils Are Here” give away what we’re looking at.

Four sketchy goons trapped in an ancient dump of an English house in a late ’70s foggy wasteland with moldy copies of “A Tale of Two Cities,” a deck of cards, bad plumbing, a cathode ray tube TV that gets no reception and a junkie listening to “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” and the rest of Cilla Black’s greatest hits? On reel-to-reel?

Did I mention the English cuisine? And that the director’s name is “Barnaby?” Dickens couldn’t have been more blunt.

So the puzzle of this parable is adorably obvious. But Marsan, Claflin, Simon and Gorman make sure it plays and holds our interest start to finish, when Suki Waterhouse shows up.

Rating: R, graphic violence, drug abuse, profanity

Cast: Eddie Marsan, Sam Claflin, Tienne Simon, Burn Gorman, Rory Kinnear and Suki Waterhouse.

Credits: Directed by Barnaby Roper, scripted by John Patrick Dover. A Republic Pictures/Paramount release.

Running time: 1:31