Giving good belly laughs with unexpected gags, The Hustle delivers on some promises, but falls short on others.
This filmed, adapted from the slapstick comedy Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, delivered high energy and a few decent chuckles for those viewing.
Anne Hathaway seems to sit well within her snobbish-characters seams, delivering lessons to the bumbling Rebel Wilson on con-artistry, and playing on men’s minds.
Enjoying the wardrobe and set of this film, one of the only short-falls from grace was the portrayal of Rebel’s character Lonnie. Her representation of Aussies and of herself were less funny and more absurd, playing yet-again the bogan, weighty, loud-mouthed girl with no concern for manners.
The premise of the plot starts to become lost due to the ridiculously loud representation of the characters. It feels this would be better done in our modern era if more time was spent on story and less on forced-laughter.
One should also keep mind the basic undertones of a form of “empowerment” that is trying to be upheld, one that deserves these women of rich men’s money, due to the deserving nature that the men were mean/rude/sexist themselves. Not sure if this was implied as an agenda, but should be noted, nonetheless.
All-in-all, a good one if you’re not up to thinking much, The Hustle does deliver a good punch of humour for a rainy-day in.