Better titled Cockiness, even if it meant that the convoluted scam at the center of it had to be called, with altogether appropriate machismo, a cock game: the poker-faced Edward Burns, in a cropped haircut that makes him into a poor man's Ben Affleck, dances rings around Dustin Hoffman's underworld behemoth. The latter, in a weird composite of his Ratzo Rizzo in Midnight Cowboy, his Devil's Island inmate in Papillon, and his Dutch Schultz in Billy Bathgate, works hard, regardless, to steal the movie away from the star. He can have it. Director James Foley, who brought David Mamet's Glengarry Glen Ross to the screen, here seems to want to horn in on some of Mamet's caper action. But it's Mamet Meets Tarantino or Ritchie (in fractured structure and smarty-pants tone) Meets Scorsese or Lynch (in Expressionistic color). And where does that leave James Foley? Who's he? Rachel Weisz, Andy Garcia, Paul Giamatti. (2003) — Duncan Shepherd