The Hustle

A generally unfunny and regressive remake.

It's the irony of all ironies that one walks away from "The Hustle" feeling a little, well, hustled.

Wilson's energy level never falters. You would sympathise with such a natural, engaging talent for the narrow typecasting if she hadn't done it to herself. Rebel, Rebel, your film is a mess.

Even with a running time of 93 minutes, The Hustle felt about an hour too long.

Who's conning who here? In "The Hustle," everyone's a sucker, most of all the audience.

Every barely competent line or gag from the original has been deleted or replaced with gobsmacking doggerel.

The Hustle' sells a big game but doesn't deliver, just like the title suggests.

The Hustle is amusing, even, at times, laugh-out-loud funny, which thoroughly surprised me. What didn't surprise me was the fact that, try as it might, the movie never rose to the hilarious levels of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

The Hustle bungles a great opportunity to punch up and clobber patriarchal fundaments.

At a time when bigger is automatically assumed to mean better at the cinema, these con artists hope that going small is the path to a big payoff