Scott Marks 3:30 p.m., Dec. 7
We open on the titular (and imprisoned) Dom (Jude Law): beefy, bare-chested, Burnsided, balding, and bursting with braggadocio. Dom is full of himself, unlike the fellow just below screen, who is full of Dom's...self. Which self is the subject of a lengthy monologue designed to impress the viewer and please the speaker. Once released, safecracker Dom is eager to get paid for not ratting on his boss, and also to savage the guy who married his ex-wife. The guy cared for her while she was dying of cancer, and also raised Dom's daughter, but hey, you take a child's toy away, you're gonna get a tantrum. And Dom is a child - charming, impulsive, selfish - at least at the outset. Whether or not he'll make it to something approaching manhood is the subject of Richard Sherman's (The Matador) film; it's not a profound journey, but if you fancy Dom's verbal swagger, the company is diverting. 2014.