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“American Hustle” (2013) was rolling up on the two-hour mark. I was getting fidgety. Forty-eight-year-old derrieres can only sit for so long. There seemed to be no payoff. The characters were interesting, but the story was bleak. Con-man films work best when there’s someone to root for. The only person I liked was Jeremy Renner’s corrupt New Jersey mayor, and his role was fourth-billed. (Truthfully, I was also rooting for the wardrobe director, who reminded me of my horny 1979 teens with Amy Adams’ spectacularly low-cut blouses.) But then, wow. Not the best movie of 2013, but worth the wait.

“Tight” is a “you know it when you see it” term. The book you can’t put down. The jazz riff you could listen to forever. Or “The Dark Knight Rises” (2012), a testament to how a tight story can keep you on the edge of your seat for two hours and 44 minutes (and not because your ass fell asleep). A satisfying end to the trilogy of Christian Bale Batman films. OK, enough of that. What was the deal with the bad guy’s face mask? I was waiting for him to say “Luuuuuuke, I am your faaaaaaather,” at any moment.