If we knew the predetermined characteristics of a good con artist, the magic of the coup would be broken. But it’s easy to establish areas worth urgently avoiding, to set a successful caper on the right track: misogyny, misandry, childishness, tokenism, dead humour and offensive nonsense. The Hustle, and we don’t mean this kindly, has it all.
While the bare bones of this story had enough to hoodwink audiences in 1964 with Bedtime Story and in 1988 with the subsequent remake Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, whichever tricks comedian-turned-director Chris Addison (The Thick Of It, Veep) was hoping to pull off with the third remake, for his feature film debut, have all failed.
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