Heartbreakers

The makings of the modern boss bitch

Full disclosure: 2nd screen viewing while doing some light work.

This movie follows the misadventures of a mother-daughter team of marriage con-women, in a long-form vaudeville format.

Could be good, but 1/ Weaver has neither the presence nor the charm to pull this off, and young Miss Hewitt does have the slutty sex appeal if not the acting chops but 2/ their characters are utterly unlikeable. They're not Newman/Redford, nor Caine/Martin, Clooney/Pitt, and so on.
They're boss bitches prototypes, devoid of morality, compassion, and with all the aggressivity of a weak man. Early-adopters feminist 'baddies'. Or simply, remorselessly evil.
With the explicit assentiment of society at large, making this a realistic movie after all.
Another woke point for trying to normalize female-on-male violence and exploitation.

Pedantic detail: no idea if they had focus issues or the lenses they used were too soft, but there's some serious blur going on at the edges. And not the artistic kind.

The script is paper-thin and predictable, which is forgivable in the genre, considering it's meant to proceed quite briskly. Here, it does not, the movie clocking in at nearly 2 hours. It has time to go cringe. Both female meet their cookie-cutter male foil, expected plot twists ensue, but not hilarity.

OK, the Beatles by a balalaika band was fun. The Inara George piece was eerily reminiscent of Dear Prudence, though.

Speaking of, Hackman and Lee seem to be having fun with their roles. That's two happy customers.

Might not be much more.

Should have listened to some music.