The heist-film genre, especially in recent years, practices the most blatant brand of cinematic swindle. It's built upon little more than pilfered plots and purloined characters, and the closer we inspect the goods, the more we discover that the diamonds are phony, the bills counterfeit, the treasure utterly worthless. Who can tell apart the litany of con jobs that parade across screens like would-be felons in a police lineup? They speak the same language, dance the same hustle, double-cross themselves into pretzel knots -- the usual suspects, in other words, if not the very same ones. No one is who they seem in these movies, but only if you've never seen a movie, because,... More >>>