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These B movies about the hoodlum with a heart of gold are beyond stale. “The Locksmith” (2023) is a dopey story that gets boxed in due to bad decisions. It’s about a dopey hoodlum (Ryan Phillippe) whose life is boxed in due to bad decisions. Moronic decisions. Like, slasher-movie-level, let’s-hide-in-a-roomful-of-knives-level moronic. He’s just out of prison but gets coaxed into pulling one more caper (of course) even though he’s trying to make things right with his daughter and his ex, who’s a cop (of course). Dopey hijinks, involving dirty cops, call girls, grudges and a douchey real estate guy, ensue.

When Catherine Zeta-Jones does these double-cross movies, I always get confused by the plot. (So maybe my mind drifts a little as I gaze at her. Sue me.) Anyway, she’s not the only gorgeous thing in “Entrapment” (1999). There’s Sean Connery, as a cat burglar extraordinaire. And there’s Will Patton’s copstache, which carries more testosterone than an entire GNC store. OK, OK, the plot: she’s planning multiple capers and double-crossing the insurance company she works for, and maybe the FBI, and maybe Connery. And Ving Rhames is double-crossing people, too, but I can’t tell who the hell he works for.