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Doug Liman’s kinetic post-Tarantino crime romp crackles with raw late-nineties energy. Told across three interlocking perspectives over a chaotic Christmas Eve, the narrative tracks supermarket checkout clerks, soap opera actors, and desperate low-level hustlers careening through botched drug deals, Vegas hotel fires, and gunpoint interrogations. Liman shoots with a jittery handheld camera that keeps the adrenaline surging without sacrificing eccentric character beats or sharp humor. Like the frantic desert search in The Hangover Part III, this caper thrusts ordinary screw-ups into lethal underworld crosshairs where panic dictates every disastrous choice.







