“Picture this guys. We’ll hire all the people that made the best caper flicks of the last ten years. We’ll cut and paste pieces from a Guy Ritchie flick with chunks from a Michael Mann film. Then we’ll get one of those painfully hip production houses to hack together a fast cut trailer to build enthusiasm. Pure gold, I’m telling you. A license to print money!”
I think somewhere along the line that poor bastard’s plan went awry. I have one question: when did Jeremy Piven, of all people, become a first rate actor? I mean, Christ, that’s almost as plausible as Pig Vomit from Private Parts getting an Oscar nod.