saw: red
A gently over-the-hill cast shambles amiably through a nominally post-Cold War caper designed to appeal squarely to sophisticated adult audiences that frequent Midwestern multiplexes and less-frequent their neighboring big-box bookstores. Director Robert Schwentke aims for Ocean's Eleven, achieves Lucky Number Slevin, and everyone goes home expecting the sort of moderately budgeted Toronto-fest sequel that fans of The Italian Job or Space Cowboys have never explicitly demanded but would nevertheless watch on a rainy Sunday afternoon in 2012. Grade: B-