Steve Martin has a bounty of marvelous movies to watch, and an even bigger basket of films that go missed. “The Jerk” and “Planes, Trains, and Cars” are unquestionably necessary viewing, yet you will find nearly no issue at which a Steve Martin film is a complete squander of your time. “Dirty Rotten Scoundrels,” which also options a slimy nevertheless amusing Michael Caine, receives misplaced amidst a dozen finer highlights. It’s not as iconic. Everyone in it is a horrible man or woman. But that turns the stakes into an afterthought for the users of the audience, who can settle in and fortunately view anyone wipe out each other.
Caine is the typical noir ideal of the con gentleman, a David Niven-fashion genteel seemingly imported from the “Pink Panther” universe, and he wears the identity like a glove. Martin is an American sleazebag named Freddy, a little-timer with a present for the hustle. They make a gentlemen’s wager to out-con each individual other for a woman’s passion, and everyone with a intellect for tropes can almost certainly guess the place this is gonna go. But the ride’s the factor, and it truly is a pleasantly amusing one.