The Maiden Heist

Wasn't too impressed with Peter Hewitt's The Maiden Heist. I rented it because I couldn't resist seeing a film starring Christopher Walken, Morgan Freeman, and William H. Macy, and while they played their quirky typecast characters with the same seductive skills that have sustained their prolific careers, their acting couldn't overcome the lacklustre script as the film flounders during its second act. What's missing is a serious problem. Each of the aforementioned stars works as a museum security guard who has fetishized a particular work of art. Upon learning that their favourite pieces are to be transferred to an exhibit in Denmark, they concoct a plan to steal them. But while heisting, their plan goes off without a sensational hitch, leaving their audience slightly bored by the lack of substantial shock. The introduction's strong enough with a startling opening scene which showcases Walken's traditional mania, but as the plot slowly unravels, and the characters develop a stronger relationship with their favourite work of art than they do with each other, nothing unforeseen is introduced to ridiculously yet rationally complicate things, which results in a mediocre finish.