Film

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Name: Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Genre: Comedy, Crime
Released: 1988
Cast: Steve Martin, Michael Caine, Glenne Headly, Anton Rodgers, Barbara Harris

Two con men, one suave and one sleazy, wage a very civilised war over the same rich mark on the French Riviera. It's a two-hander built on disguises, double-crosses and gleeful bad faith, with Caine's icy charm and Martin's shameless mugging bouncing off each other like a squash ball. Pure comfort-watch comedy for anyone who enjoys watching liars outsmart each other in nice suits.

TMDb rating

7.1

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