A sizzling collage of curves and cleavage, of comb-overs and conmen, American Hustle is an enchanting “dramedy”, full of pep and ginger, laden with swindles, crimes and romance.
Conman Irving [Bale] apparently runs a dry cleaning chain but under-the-surface is a skilled dealer in forged art work and masterminds swindling the unsuspecting-and-needy people by extracting money against promise of secure loans.
At a party Irving runs into Sydney Prosser [Amy Adams] not only his soul twin but an enchantress that fakes a British accent and playfully showcases her assets with plunging necklines.
The sparks do not take long to fly and the duo teams up for more crime, with of course romance not remaining the neglected second.
Uninhibitedly they take advantage of Irving’s marital trouble – in the shape of sexy wife Rosalyn [Jennifer Lawrence].
But Lady Luck refuses to last long as they all too smoothly walk into a trap laid by FBI Agent Richie [Bradley Cooper].
They are trapped to help Richie nab real sizzling white-collar criminals like congressmen and mayors. And as the entire cast individually and in groups double cross each other, the audience roars with laughter.
Good performance by one and all. While admiring the excellent histrionics of Rosalyn, the damningly irresistible young thing – her ringlets and all – it is for Sidney and her winning anyhow that the audience roots for.
Go guys, have a hairy ball!
Rating: 3 stars