Caught Stealing (2025)

What an ensemble. Caught Stealing explodes onto the screen with a cast so stacked it feels like a fever dream, the kind where you wake up and immediately want to fall back asleep just to keep it going. Austin Butler, now firmly established as one of the most magnetic actors of his generation, commands the spotlight in a performance that’s messy, vulnerable, ferocious, and unforgettable. Butler’s Hank Thompson is not a sleek action hero but a battered, broken man who once dreamed of baseball stardom and now tends bar, drowning in regret. Watching him stumble, scramble, and claw his way through the chaos is as riveting as it is heartbreaking.

Alongside him, Zoë Kravitz delivers a performance that’s razor sharp—equal parts elegance and danger. She’s the kind of actor who makes silence feel electric, and every second she’s on screen adds a delicious layer of unpredictability. Regina King, with her trademark wit and gravitas, lights up the film as only she can. Matt Smith once again proves why he’s one of the most versatile actors alive, embodying Hank’s sleazy punk neighbor Russ with magnetic weirdness. Griffin Dunne—forever etched in my mind from Scorsese’s After Hours—brings world-weary depth as Hank’s boss. Bad Bunny surprises yet again with a performance that proves he’s more than a global music star; he’s a genuinely entertaining actor. And then there’s the powerhouse duo: Liev Schreiber and Vincent D’Onofrio, terrifying as Hasidic enforcers, adding an almost biblical weight to the film’s escalating tension. Together, this ensemble isn’t just strong—it’s unforgettable.