The legacy of Quentin Tarantino is that these days, even mainstream romantic comedy heist movies starring Clive Owen and Julia Roberts will get all fancy with their narrative, telling everything out of order to peel back layers of plot onions.

Which is cool, I guess, even if I suspect this movie’s story doesn’t quite hold up to sense if it were told all in order. It’s a slight movie, mostly likeable but hardly loveable, and not nearly as clever as it thinks it is. It’s pretty much banking entirely on you liking Clive and Julia. Which it turns out I do, so hey.