FULL SPOILER-FREE REVIEW @ https://fandomwire.com/caught-stealing-review/ "Caught Stealing is the kind of cinema that provokes reactions. Darren Aronofsky once again demonstrates that he's a master of creating experiences that don't digest easily and continue to echo long after the credits roll. Austin Butler delivers an unforgettable performance, charged with magnetism and intensity, capable of elevating every scene to a rare level of authenticity. While some narrative choices are less satisfying, they don't diminish the value of a film that remains an emotionally devastating, compelling journey into the heart of a man torn apart by life. It's an imperfect but powerful story, one that deserves to be seen and discussed with the same passion Aronofsky pours into every project." Rating: B+

When filmmakers seek to stretch their creative juices by working on projects that aren’t typical of their normal output, they need to get their ducks in a row first if they hope to succeed in these new ventures. In tackling such productions, some have brilliantly broadened their ranges, while others have regrettably failed miserably. Rarely, however, do they fall somewhere in the middle, but such is the case with director Darren Aronofsky’s latest, a comedy/crime thriller that gets some things right and others not so much. Set in 1998, the picture follows the story of a once-promising baseball prospect, Hank Thompson (Austin Butler), whose chances of going pro were ruined by a severe knee injury, forcing him to settle for a routine job as a New York City bartender. It may not be everything he hoped for, but it pays the bills and provides him with a steady supply of his other passion, alcohol. However, his relatively mundane life takes a bizarre left turn one night when his shady, punked-out neighbor, Russ (Matt Smith), asks him to babysit his cat when a family emergency calls him home to London. It’s a favor that unwittingly draws Hank into the underbelly of his neighbor’s sordid, crime-ridden life. And, before he knows it, Hank is unexpectedly caught up in a web of theft, murder, mayhem and crooked cops, leaving him surrounded by an array of corpses and impending threats, with all implications pointing toward him as the perpetrator. He’s thus forced to take desperate measures to stay alive and ahead of the law, all the while struggling to protect his feline companion. The premise here is an intriguing one that gets progressively better as the film unfolds. However, it’s somewhat slow to start and features a profoundly dark narrative in the opening act, leaving one to wonder where the alleged comedy of this offering lurks. As the picture progresses, though, the promised (and often-inspired) humor gradually emerges, providing the much-needed comic relief called for to offset the story’s more sinister and decidedly edgier aspects. This welcome development genuinely helps to save the film from itself, a change in tone that’s significantly enhanced by a coterie of colorful supporting characters superbly portrayed by an excellent ensemble featuring the likes of Regina King, Liev Schreiber, Vincent D’Onofrio, Griffin Dunne, Carol Kane, George Abud, and, of course, Tonic the cat. The film also offers up a fine re-creation of life in 1990s New York down to the finest of details. When these elements are considered collectively, it’s easy to see how the director’s efforts at expanding his vision hit the mark on some points and not on others. In that regard, this offering shows the filmmaker’s promise for tackling projects beyond his typical fare, but a few more ducks need to fall into line before he can truly claim success when embarking on ventures into new territory.

When “Russ” (Matt Smith) asks his bartending, hard-living, pal “Hank” (Austin Butler) to mind his cat whilst he returns to London to look after his sickening dad, he’s narked but agrees. Little does he realise that “Russ” has been involved with some ne’er-do-wells in the city and so fairly swiftly “Hank” is having to develop an whole new pain threshold as first the Russians, then the Hebrews lay into him. The cops are soon involved and his paramedic girlfriend “Yvonne” (Zoë Kravitz) has to find new ways of stitching a wound - and all for what? “Hank” hasn’t a clue who they are, what they want, or where what they want might actually be? It’s only when the spikey-haired British geezer makes a reappearance that things might start to make some sense - but I wouldn’t bet on it! Now despite the fact that Butler is almost always being beaten up - often clad only in his Calvins - he manages to exude loads of charisma into this daft crime caper. Certainly, it plays fast and loose with medical science and serendipity does intervene once or twice more often than you could realistically expect, but it’s a solid action-adventure feature that is bloody, violent but still darkly entertaining. The scene-stealing Hasidic Hebrews (Liev Schreiber and Vincent D’Onofrio) won’t drive on the sabbath, but gun-toting? Well that appears to be allowed? There’s a manic enforcer who has traits reminiscent of an angry chimpanzee and there’s duplicity at every turn before a denouement that is fairly predictable, but nonetheless enjoyable to savour as the calamities accumulate and the initially gullible “Hank” discovers he and “John Wick” must be distant relatives. There’s a cat, and a bandage - but an American Humane Society disclaimer at the end, so clearly it can act too. It is a bit derivative but it doesn’t hang around and it shows us clearly than Butler isn’t just a pretty face.