While in Los Angeles for a much needed R&R I decided to watch Focus in my hotel room one night, while working my way through a bottle of good wine, and mixed nuts. Yes I did pair up the two.
Focus was a well-intended project. Actually let me back track. I really liked the film, all of the film, even through the silliness and comedy lightening up what could have been an action/thriller/sitting on the edge of your seat type of a movie was sometimes disappointing for the crime genre. But I was happy to laugh my way through a story about con-jobs, theft, and some matters of the heart lightly told, especially just when you think a bad thing is about to happen, something good comes of it. Focus is a convoluted story about a con-man (Smith) working with a team of professional who steal from everything and everyone imaginable in the most creative ways I could possibly imagine, all while maintaining the highest code of ethics – he learned from his father (Gerald McRaney). Which brings me to state, without McRaney, there would be no story.
I have to stop here, because I don’t want to give too much away… or perhaps I already have…
B-lot buzz 