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Hustlers (2019) was meant to be a film about female empowerment. And it was, to a certain extent. I expected and wanted this to be a kickass and complex film of sexy women who use their confidence, skills, and wits towards a brilliant plan to get revenge on the Wall Street guys who wronged them. I'd imagined an Oceans 11 vibe and plot. The film was disappointing, but even more than that — it was quite frankly a bit boring at parts. I’m saddened to admit it. Although the film is based on a true story, it would’ve been wise and skillful had the director and writers taken more artistic liberties to make a blockbuster-worthy story. Maybe my expectations were too high, a set-up for likely disappointment. Review originally posted in 2019. (Note: spoiler alerts ahead)
The female friendship scenes had great aspirations but unfortunately fell flat due to poor delivery, even to the point of being cringe-worthy. It’s a shame, seeing as there was such star power in the cast — Constance Wu and Jennifer Lopez are usually stellar actresses, but as Destiny and Ramona, they were not very compelling. It’s admirable that the movie tried to show a story of women loving and caring for each other as close friends, but in terms of conveyance, it came out tacky. The laughs and friendship seemed inauthentic, even forced. There were rumors of drama behind the scenes, although Constance Wu disputed such stories as “an age-old attempt to pit us against each other and knock us down”, and Jennifer Lopez defended her co-star. Perhaps the directing style induced poor acting. Maybe the actors were asked to do too many retakes of the scenes, which caused the friendships to seem forced. Speculation aside, the BFF scenes appeared contrived and “trying too hard”.
Overall, not much happened throughout the movie. The whole film reamed like a montage of stripping, drugs, and sex. There’s nothing inherently wrong with montages of stripping, drugs, and sex — and it was entertaining to watch… at first. However, the film substituted too many gratuitous party scenes for any substantial plot or character development. The story and scenes that existed could’ve been done in 45 minutes instead of 107. Overall, the characters didn’t really do too much. The women basically just seduced and drugged the men to steal their money. There was nothing too complicated involved.
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