I’d love to see HUSTLE in the theater. It’s probably the most poorly received masterpiece of all time. I avoided it like the plague for years, having read a lot of “one star” reviews from major critics, but when I finally gave it a shot I realized two things: 1. It’s a great film, one of the most unique and affecting neo-noir efforts of the ’70s. 2. Professional film critics can suck-start my colon. Reynolds is remarkable in it, as are Paul Winfield, Eddie Albert (“She could get milk out of a crow bar!”) and Ben… effing… Johnson.