But of course, this being one of those twisting-turning heist movies, there are changes in liaisons and identities around each corner, and surprises galore until we finally get it all straightened out. Credit to writer Jung that everything does fit together in the end, and director Foley certainly has enough visual style to make the film look fantastic. But besides the fiendishly labyrinthine plot it's nothing terribly original. Fortunately, the cast is far above average. While Burns has just the right mysterious blandness for the lead role, the supporting cast can get on with the scene stealing. Hoffman has a ball, adding so much subtext that you gleefully look forward to his next scene; while Garcia obviously enjoys playing a scruffy old guy for a change, and Weisz slinks gorgeously from scene to scene generating chemistry with everyone and everything ... except Burns. Like David Mamet's Heist, this is an efficient, water-tight, thoroughly enjoyable caper movie that keeps our brains engaged ... but never actually takes us anywhere we haven't been before.