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Focus mistakenly emphasizes romance over sleight of hand


  • Focus

If a real-world con game has to be meticulously constructed in order to work, a movie about con games—like Focus—has to be even more meticulously constructed. As Focus' professional con man "hero" Nicky Spurgeon (Will Smith) informs his new would-be protégé, Jess (Margot Robbie), a successful con is all about diverting the attention of the "mark," and this is true of a movie con and its audience as well. But the difference is that a movie audience knows a con is coming. It's more like a magic show: We're looking for the trick the whole time.

Complicating matters even further is that the filmmakers are ultimately going to explain the trick to you in a way that makes you feel like you should have seen it coming. A con artist will do everything he can to keep you from figuring out how you just got fleeced; a con-artist movie had better put the puzzle together at the end, and in such a way that you never feel like that last piece was being hidden from you. It was merely turned upside-down, over on the corner of the table, the whole time.

In short, Focus is the kind of movie that should almost never work.

Like many such movies, Focus tries to raise the stakes by making them emotional as well as financial. Con-game movies demand a protégé as an audience stand-in so we understand the rules of the game, and thus the relationship between Nicky and Jess begins as a purely professional one, as Nicky indoctrinates her into his team of expert swindlers, pickpockets and frauds for a big cash-in in New Orleans during the week of the [Professional Football Championship That Would Be Identified as the Super Bowl Only If the NFL Chose to Endorse an Image of Super Bowl Week as a Buffet for Crooks Looking to Rip Off Attendees, So Instead Is Called Something Else]. It's during this segment that Focus is at its most purely entertaining, with directors John Requa and Glenn Ficarra (Crazy, Stupid, Love) capturing a meticulously choreographed operation lifting wallets, watches and jewelry from unsuspecting fans on the crowded streets of the Big Easy, plus one nominally-plausible-yet-satisfying high-stakes encounter between Nicky and a gambler (B.D. Wong) at the Big Game.

But eventually, things start to get personal, as Nicky and Jess fall into a romantic relationship together—and it's here that Focus is in risky territory. In part, it's because the very nature of the premise has us forever second-guessing whether the relationship is authentic, or whether one of them is setting up the other for a takedown, or maybe both are. Yet there's also the simple matter of chemistry, and Smith bumps up against the limits of his appeal as a screen performer. While his strength has always been his charisma, here he's trying to play a character whose entire livelihood is predicated on not being noticed, and swallowing his biggest emotions so he can maintain a single-minded attention to getting the job done. Robbie is a magnetic performer, with just enough elusiveness here that her true motivations remain unknown, and she just never quite clicks with Smith when it feels like he has shut off his personality entirely.

Focus rediscovers a bit of momentum in the last third, as the setting shifts to a job Nicky takes in Buenos Aires working for an ambitious racing-car team owner (Rodrigo Santoro), with a great role for Gerald McRaney as a gruff enforcer. And the final "big reveal" should be a real winner: It plays nicely with expectations in a variety of interesting ways, makes use of a couple of setups from earlier in the film, and generally does the impossible-seeming thing of feeling both surprising and inevitable.

Yet, there's another way that con-game movies are different from actual con-games, and more like magic shows: We want to be delighted that we were duped. There's a bouncy playfulness missing for long stretches of Focus, as Requa and Ficarra keep their focus on a romance that isn't really working. When all the deceptions have been uncovered, we want to feel like the payoff for everyone involved was worth the gamble. If you're looking for "Wow, I did not see that coming," it's hard to settle for, "Well, that was nice."



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Director: Glenn Ficarra and John Requa

Producer: Denise DiNovi, Charlie Gogolak, Stan Wlodkowski and Steven Mnuchin

Cast: Will Smith, Margot Robbie, Adrian Martinez, Gerald McRaney, Rodrigo Santoro, B.D. Wong, Brennan Brown, Robert Taylor, Dotan Bonen, Griff Furst, Stephanie Honore, David Stanford, Dominic Fumusa and Steve Sup Kim