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Spotting a weakness in the bank's security system, three female employees of the Federal Reserve plot to steal a fortune in worn-out bills that have been earmarked for destruction. It looks like they have pulled off the perfect crime, until a minor misstep alerts the authorities.
There's an old saying: 'I wrote you a long letter because I didn't have time to write a short one.' In the case of Mad Money, I'll write a short review because the movie won't sustain a long one. (It barely sustains itself.)
Provided you can get past its improbable premise, this madcap crime caper's trio of talented leading ladies manage to provide enough moments of mirth to make the rest of this raucous romp worthwhile.
If you're thinking that there's not much point in rooting for these ballsy babes all the way because in the end crime doesn't pay, think again, sorta. Because even after they're caught, the fun is really just beginning.
This movie is designed to be fun, and its intentions are signaled to us over and over again, as when the women jump around on a bed, giggling and flinging old, dirty money around in a wanton display of pure idiocy.
The latest vibrato performance of Diane Keaton's late career shame has her playing once-wealthy housewife Bridget Cardigan, whose twee name and dithering hysteria are equally insufferable.