Ben Younger writes and directs this modern, “hip” (not meant to be a compliment), high-rolling The Sting; Giovanni Ribisi, the son of a judge, first illegally runs an in-house casino, and then unknowingly, is set-up to participate in a faux stock company, selling shares of refuse to naïve and innocent denizens, pumped and hyped full of baloney by the telephone recruiters that Ribisi has so welcomely and blindly submitted himself to.(For some reason, the print of the film I saw was subtitled in Spanish, making some of the translation — or lack of its accuracy — quite funny.) Boiler Room is definitely the proprietor of several high-energy, low b.s. performances, furtively resulting from the masculinity and force of Vin Diesel and Nicky Katt. Younger is the master of smack-talking, not wholly a commendation, but most often in good use here. When the tensions run high and the suspense finally blows past the superficial and tedious “style” (edits click to the rap soundtrack, a detriment on its own; the pallidly saturated photography, etc.), it is what is within that method and pretension that make it more effective. Ribisi, falling back and forth in his articulation, isn’t half as annoying as he can be, but when he starts to cry, it readily and unfortunately recalls his handicapped Danny in The Other Sister. The height of Boiler Room is when Ribisi gives pointers to a Daily News cold-caller.
With Nia Long and Ben Affleck.[See it if you must.]