This is basically Goodfellas with strippers, and it is sensational. Scafaria directs these women with the same empathy that Scorsese does his gangsters — even punctuating significant story beats with pop music in the same way. And while I typically hate this sort of framing device, hear it works, allowing Destiny to act as our explainer and moral justification.

This could have been a silly soft core movie — which is what the teenage boys who snuck into my theatre obviously expected. But rather than stoop so low, Hustlers goes for broke. It’s an achievement.

Edit: after the movie, my wife quipped: how old is J Lo? She looks fantastic! Whoever does her Botox deserves an Oscar.” That quip alone was worth the price of admission.

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