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familiar number
by MATTHEW HAYS
Trouble is, these films can become downright predictable in their strident attempts to be unpredictable. Though a well-acted and often quite witty film, Nine Queens, the hit from Argentina, falls into that trap. The film opens as two small-time swindlers, Gaston Pauls and Ricardo Darin, fall into each other’s arms during a bit of petty thievery. When Pauls gets caught red-handed in the act of ripping off a 7/11-like shop, Darin admires his chutzpah enough to pretend to be a cop and “arrest” him in front of the offended shopkeeper. The two take off and virtually fall in love, bonding over the orgasmic thrills they find while ripping off little old ladies, waiters and any other unsuspecting sucker they can wrap one of their schemes around. They then get involved in a much, much bigger scam involving more money and higher stakes. A cast of supporting thugs and questionable types fill out the movie. As with countless other films like this-The Grifters and Sting among them-it becomes quite unclear as to who’s screwing over whom. Though this film had spirited performances
and occasional flashes of good humour, I find the act of waiting around
to see who’s really pulling the wool over everyone else’s
eyes something of a task. It feels sort of like watching an M. Night
Shyamalan movie, post-Sixth Sense: where’s the final, gotcha catch?
Who will turn out to have the upper hand? Who’s getting the booty?
Who’s the real swindler? Nine Queens opens Friday, Sept. 6 at the Cinéma du Parc >> Movie Listings |
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