You know there's something wrong with a comedy when you'd rather see the main characters killed off than live happily ever after.
One thought that occurred to me while pacing myself through Flypaper: With the economy being what it is, will there be a rash of bank robbery movies?
A mighty thin and derivative slice of moviemaking.
It's a mess from start to finish, but there's still fun to be had in Rob Minkoff's caper comedy.
In the end, there's just a roomful of decent character actors in search of a point. For them, the titular "Flypaper" may have simply been a paycheck.
"Flypaper" has enough twists and surprises to remain interesting in a closed-room, Agatha Christie kind of way. But it's never quite as clever or as hip as it thinks it is.
The sprawling ensemble yields to a story that's so heavily worked-over, it doesn't get much of a chance to breathe.
You'll be the one who ends up feeling ripped off.
The ensemble's amped-up histrionics rub against each other without ever catching fire.