Ordinarily, I wouldn’t bother with a waste of time like Red Right Hand, but this is the stuff they’re making now. If you wait for something worthwhile, you might end up writing about only two or three movies a year.

MacDowell also reaches these rarified heights, giving her best performances in years.

Mostly it’s just a dopey mob movie with Southern accents of varying quality — predictable and cliched.

This is a B-movie crime thriller, a bit of a throwback to movies like this that proliferated in the ‘70s, and on that level it works pretty well.