Utterly individual, this is one bank robbery film that writes its own cheques.

I really like the concept of the film, but whack 30 minutes out of this thing, man. C'mon!

I wish it hadn't been so long and attenuated towards the end, but it's definitely still worth seeing.

The sense of intertextuality is zealous and unpretentious. And yet this movie also pays close attention to another sort of artifice: the elisions, anachronisms, and outright falsehoods that, having told once, we begin ourselves to believe.