If Takers is really this generation’s Heat (1995), then I feel very sorry for this generation. And since I think I’m still technically part of this generation – or at least I am somewhere in close proximity – then I guess I feel sorry for myself. Admirable, I know. But when you spend two hours sitting through a movie like Takers, it’s hard to really feel anything at all. So you start thinking about what else you could be doing, what else these actors would be doing, or what else director John Luessenhop would be doing had he not crossed paths with Cifford Joseph “T.I.” Harris, the rapper/convict/wanna-be actor who gets a whole lot of credit for putting this recycled crime caper flick together.
