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The Brothers Bloom

This one gets 7 on a scale of 10.

It has it all for me - romance, comedy, cons, and a great cast.

Mark Ruffalo, Adrian Brody, Rachel Weisz and Robby Coltraine star, but the entire cast works.

The characters are quirky, human, and while any one of them could be cynical and jaded for various reasons, they instead come off as endearing and simply flawed, intelligent, interesting people.

My favorite quote (Rachel Weisz' character says this to Adrian Brody' character during a private conversation about life where Brody is steeping in a bit of self pity...)

Penelope Stamp: I think you're constipated, in your fucking soul... I think you might have a really big load of grumpy petrified poop up your soul's ass. 

It was classic, a little shocking coming out of her mouth, and very effective.

I highly recommend this movie. Its IMDB plot summary reads as follows:

The Brothers Bloom are the best con men in the world, swindling millionaires with complex scenarios of lust and intrigue. Now they've decided to take on one last job - showing a beautiful and eccentric heiress the time of her life with a romantic adventure that takes them around the world. 

The movie manages to charm and entertain while posing some interesting quintessential musings as well.  It also has a lovely way of being indistinct in terms of its era...you're faced with cell phones in an 1800's feel landscape/with costumes, and some nice inconsistencies that keep it visually interesting at all times.

Enjoy. And let me know what you think!

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