Three kindly old men decide to light up the dimming twilight of their lives with a last blaze of glory – by sticking up a Manhattan bank in broad daylight.
The man writer Bo Goldman ("Cuckoo's Nest," "Shoot the Moon") and director Martin Brest ("Going in Style") introduce to us is such a foul-tempered, obnoxious, arrogant, self-pitying jerk that the state of his eyesight barely matters.