First of all, forget about Brando. He's in this, but he's just a guy in a suit. And yeah, it's a really big suit, but really, just forget that the guy who plays Max is Marlon Brando. You can't eat a home run every time. Hit. You can't hit a home run every time. It's a job, a paycheck. Anyway, the great Robert De Niro, as gentleman burglar Nick Wells, reworks his character from Heat (not that there's anything wrong with that), and Angela Bassett is along for the ride to remind him there's more to life than stealing valuable shit to support your cool little jazz club in Montreal. After 30 minutes or so (not that we were looking at our watch or anything), it starts getting interesting, when Edward Norton starts carrying this picture on his back. He's supposed to be a cocky, pain-in-the-ass crook who's there to goad Bobby D into pulling a too-big, too-risky job, but at the same time, it's like he's this little dog, trying to get the Raging Bull to play Inside the Actors Studio with him. Even if you're not heavy into movies about people who steal stuff, the last half-hour will raise your blood pressure and make you appreciate your straight job, if you have one.