The problem is that overall, the movie is just a little too light. In one standout sequence we track a villainous henchman as he goes about his business, killing time until he ambushes our heroes. There’s a wonderful ‘ta-da!’ moment over brunch in a café as the scale of Nicky’s operation is revealed. The opening set-piece starts with the pair meeting in conventional romcom style, and ends as something much sneakier, as Nicky and Jess put their cards on the table and recognise each other as kindred spirits. Writer-directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, the minds behind Crazy Stupid Love, manage for the most part to freshen up the formula with nifty sleight-of-hand. Part romantic comedy, part Jedi/padawan training drama, Focus is a fine showcase for their chemistry - and no doubt the reason they’ll be reunited in next year’s Suicide Squad. And Robbie gives as good as she gets, marvellously gutsy as pickpocket Jess. Frequently cast as an authority figure, most recently in the joyless After Earth, Smith revels in the opportunity to play super-slick hustler Nicky. Smith and Robbie slip easily into their roles. But at least it’s rarely as generic as its thuddingly first-base title, and while the route it takes is one that’s been travelled cinematically many times before, it has enough dazzle along the way to make it worth a watch. “You decide which you want to be.” Fortunately, she doesn’t ask how to figure out if you’re an electric drill.Īs this exchange implies, the latest entry in the category of film that is cinéma du swindle is a rather over-familiar confection. “There’s hammers and nails,” Will Smith whispers to Margot Robbie in Focus.
Slippery as an eel, light as a goose-feather and populated by attractive people telling each other porkies, it will inevitably feature a seasoned grifter reciting hard-won knowledge to a scrappy upstart. You know where you stand with a caper movie.
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