The whole encounter suggests that writer-director duo Glenn Ficarra and John Requa have studied not only how con men operate, but also the best of the genre (having already supplied one of its looniest entries with “I Love You Phillip Morris”), channeling the sultry, smooth-jazz vibe of Steven Soderbergh’s “Out of Sight” from the opening scene.
There are two ways of seeing "Focus": as a slick, derivative con man movie starring a typically debonair Will Smith that channels the labyrinthine schemes and accompanying jubilance found in everything from "Ocean's Eleven" to "Out of Sight" — or as the worst movie yet from Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, the writer-director pair behind "I Love You Philip Morris" and "Crazy, Stupid, Love."
(The way cinematographer Xavier Perez Grobet often shoots them—sitting opposite each other at a table in an opulent setting, bathed in sultry light—is reminiscent of the Steven Soderbergh classic “ Out of Sight ” in ways that surely can’t be a coincidence.)
Directors Glen Ficarra and John Requa are making a Steven Soderbergh’s Greatest Hits Mixtape here, borrowing Out of Sight‘s sexy frissions along with the Ocean’s knack for somehow making things suspenseful even though they’re going exactly according to plan.
One scene borrows brazenly from the crackling seduction scene in Steven Soderbergh’s Out of Sight, but here the sexiness is slightly synthetic, a corporate pastiche.
They desperately want Focus to have the cool, hip vibe of a movie like Ocean’s 11 or Out Of Sight, but the mixed tones destroy any chance of that happening.