Scott Marks 12:30 p.m., July 26
The stock market crash of 2008 put a dent in many American salaries, but none were hit harder than the pole dancing navvy who relied on the kindness of strange businessmen to pay the rent. Meet learned clothes peeler Ramona (Jennifer Lopez), the She-Wolf of Wall St., with a plan to stick it to the man that involves cocktails à la knockout drops and horny suckers with bottomless expense accounts. Per custom for Hollywood films of this variety, the dancers frequently parade around in more threads than the slobs who pay to see them. Two fundamentals writer-director Lorene Scafaria neglects to “borrow” from the Scorsese playbook: gunplay and depth of characterization. As good as Lopez and her onscreen accomplice Constance Wu are, they can’t act what isn’t in the script; other than a dedicated work ethic, we’re never given access to their thoughts. Omitophiles in the crowd will no doubt go gaga over Lili Reinhart’s running gag as a spewing stripper. 2019.