As the second fogey showcase from a major studio in less than a month, The Crew often livens up stale material with disarming loopiness and zest, rendering futile any blanket judgment.
Moviegoers can do worse and, come to think, they have all year.
Actually, fogey-dom in the aftermath of Space Cowboys isn't the primary mold source for this aged hit man comedy. Instead, it's a tired Mafia connection in light of The Sopranos , when anything less than a direct mob hit is destined to seem wanting. Despite a trailer that suggests more yawns than yuks, the movie does veer into some welcome warped byways. And they soon get their wish. Their prime real estate is being invaded by the young and often bikinied beautiful, and to stave off eviction, the quartet schemes to lower the building's property value by faking a murder in the lobby.