"I was told that you're the only man who can do what you do," Margaret whispers to Jack, moments before Nick (Pitt) comes knocking at the door."
"What if George Clooney and Brad Pitt wore nice suits and talked shit to each other?" and Wolfs wastes no time in establishing itself as a territorial pissing contest between elegantly grizzled alphas.
Everything is relatively well constructed, from the snow-dusted, monochromatic vision of New York to a cleverly curated soundtrack of vintage pop hits.
The film isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel as much as give it a little bit of glossy topspin.
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