I recently pledged myself to literally not moving at all on my day off and was searching for something to accompany my lack of movement, settling on David Mirkin’s Heartbreakers (2001). Starring Sigourney Weaver and Jennifer Love Hewitt, the film follows a mother and daughter gold digging duo- Max (Weaver), who is afraid of her adult daughter flying the coop and striking out on her own, and Page (Hewitt), who is itching to leave the mother who taught her everything. In an scheme orchestrated by Max, the two pair up for one last heist in an attempted to pay off the IRS. The men whom they con include Ray Liotta (this is the only Ray Liotta movie I’ve seen but I’ll boldly claim that it’s his best), Gene Hackman (ditto), and Jason Lee. Full disclosure, I saw this as a child and loved it for some reason. It holds up.
Is it fun?
If you made it this far in the review, then you should already know this film is damn fun. Gold digging hijinks!! Cartoonishly slutty clothing!! True Love!! And so much smoking indoors, which is wild to see in 2017.