Hustlers
It’s rare that a
Christmas movie is released
In mid-September.
“Hustlers” is a movie I haven’t been able to get out of my head since I saw it last weekend. It creeps into my thoughts at random times during the workday, it’s seeped into my subconscious and entering my dreams at night. It’s “I, Tonya” meets “Magic Mike” meets “Support the Girls,” and it’s every bit as thrilling as that holy trinity suggests. Oh, and it’s most definitely a Christmas movie. Come for J.Lo and stay for the 2007-2008 Bar Mitzvah season soundtrack – whatever you come for, just come. I promise you’ll have fun. And if you don’t, you can take your library card and fuck off.
“Hustlers” is not an unfamiliar story, nor is it told in an unfamiliar way. And yet, it’s one of the most refreshing movies of the year. Never has a movie set in 2007 felt so 2019.
At the center of “Huslters” is the age-old story of the rich stealing from the poor, but instead of men in tights, you get women in Chinchilla coats and Cardi B in nipple tassels. Its narrative is propelled forward by an interview, as present-day Destiny (Constance Wu) recounts her adventures with Ramona (Jennifer Lopez) and gang to New York Magazine journalist Julia Stiles. While I loved the shit out of this movie, I wasn’t much a fan of the talking heads framing device. Yes, it allows Destiny to narrate her own story, and maybe it humanizes Ramona by revealing how much she still cares for Destiny after their fallout, but overall I didn’t see much of a need for it other than an excuse to cram Ms. Stiles into an already jam-packed-with-talent cast. It felt right for “I, Tonya” because Tonya Harding and co. are such an eccentric bunch, and it worked for “Jackie” because of Natalie Portman. But here, it just felt unnecessary.
Audiences are loving “Hustlers” because of the way it effortlessly transitions from comedy to drama to thriller. It’s a heist film that knows how to have fun, and what it gets right is its respect for the women on screen and the real-life women they’re portraying. It doesn’t ask you to decide if what they’re doing is right or wrong – it just wants you to understand why they did what they did. And more than anything, it just wants to you to have a good time. And if watching Usher enter a night club to the tune of “Love in this Club” while he proceeds to do exactly what he says he intends to in the song is your idea of fun, you’ll have a lot of it.