Cash Out

Chalk it up to an insufficiently distinctive screenplay and underwhelming plot, but for Travolta, Cash Out feels more like a mercenary case of cashing in.

Cash Out is a paint-by-numbers action-thriller that even with a few intriguing ideas is sadly so anemically paced and rudimentarily plotted it runs out of steam before it has the chance to pick up even a modicum of speed.

At 70, Travolta still exudes a certain movie-star twinkle in the heist thriller, which plays like a solid, B-movie riff on The Thomas Crown Affair.

Cash Out provides a paycheck for John Travolta, but it’s nothing to write home about for the weary audience that suffers through it. If nobody cares enough to stage a career intervention, then it’s now up to John Travolta to rescue himself.

Every line of dialogue that follows from this tired premise is like an echo of one from a better movie.

Director Randall Emmett pulls off some pleasing visual slickness, but he also overuses zippy, high-speed drone shots, which start to distract from the action.

Evoking the same desperation induced at a restaurant where all conceivable aspects of the experience were lamentably subpar, the exit sign beckons while you wait to Cash Out.

Better suited for the 1990s video market.

Cash Out is nothing more than a paycheck for John Travolta.

This low-key bank heist movie has a few appealing qualities, but they're unfortunately outweighed by many more unappealing qualities, such as confusion, bewilderment, and boredom.