Triple Frontier is reminiscent of 1999’s Three Kings, but without the humor or the thought-out plot.
AUTHOR Rich Heimlich
I love movies, tech, politics, games and more. I've been writing professionally since 1985 and, thankfully, have worked with some of the best editors in the business. I'm also a proud member of the Philadelphia Film Critics Circle and the Broadcast Film Critics Association (Critics Choice Awards).
This curious, unexpected story had me in its grasp… before dropping me like a bad habit.
Hart and Cranston are flawlessly cast, and I’d love to see more of their chemistry.
This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
It’s exactly the film that May and Taylor wanted, and it’s a complete bore.
An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.
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It’s too long where it should be shorter and too short where it should be longer.