On the surface, Flypaper looks like a typical heist movie. There is a full cast of people you'll recognize from Star Trek, Red Band Society, Constantine, and Grey's Anatomy. Underneath, however, this is more of a murder-mystery, with an OCD Sherlock Holmes in the form of Tripp (Patrick Dempsey,
Grey's Anatomy), and a love story when he gets flirty with bank teller Ashley Judd (High Crimes). There is sabotage, intrigue, and a bit of screwball comedy. The bank robbers keep dying, and as their circle dwindles the hostages try to figure out who's doing it before they get caught in the crossfire.
There are too many nifty twists and turns for me to fully synopsize the plot for you without giving some of the fun parts away, but lets just say you'll like the ending, for the most part. And if you didn't have it figured out from the beginning, you'll wonder why not. All the clues are there.
I had a lot of fun with this movie. Nine laugh out loud moments, mostly at Peanut Butter and Jelly being really, really stupid, but there was some clever dialogue as well. One eyeroll at the hostage counselor using the word "hero-vivors" (seriously, that's just awkward), one drop of the knitting needles for a gun battle, and a holy crap moment when Mekhi Phifer buys the farm.
There is a LOT of swearing in this movie. A LOT. If you are a pearl-clutcher over language, or you have children who repeat that kind of thing who will be within earshot while you're watching this, skip it.
But if you like a mystery that is actually solvable if you're clever and observant, and you don't mind repeated F-bombs, then this might be the film for you. Just don't go into it expecting Ocean's 11... this is more like Ten Little Indians. I give it four and a half out of five. I was in the Army, and even I thought the language got a little excessive after a while, and some of the uncomfortable moments with the creepy guard and the homo-erotic subtext between PB&J seemed unnecessary.
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