Darren Aronofsky has already made several indelibly New York movies. But loveable as was the subterranean monochrome paranoia of Pi and charming as we all consider the pupil-dilating tragedy of his bleak Brighton Beach-set Requiem for a Dream, Aronofsky’s latest, Caught Stealing, is easily the director’s most affectionate portrait of his hometown.
That, too, may be a funny way to describe a movie where bodies get brutalized, corpses accumulate and even the cat comes away with a limp. But Caught Stealing, a terrific caper starring Austin Butler as a Lower East Side man inadvertently drawn into a nightmarish crime world, is a period movie. It’s set in 1998. And no amount of blood can detract from the overwhelming endearment Aronofsky has for ’90s New York.
Butler plays Hank Thompson: a former baseball player who can’t play anymore; a bartender who, after some of the early events of the movie, can’t drink anymore; and a devoted San Francisco Giants fan surrounded by Mets fans. As his not-quite girlfriend Yvonne (Zoë Kravitz) says, he’s “a good country boy” who calls his mom in California every day. They end every call with “Go Giants!”
Hank is far from the first regular guy to be ensnared in underground crime syndicates, but there are a number of things that distinguish Caught Stealing. First, his troubles stem, like they do for so many New Yorkers, from his neighbor. Russ (Matt Smith), the mohawked Brit punk who lives next door, rushes out to fly to London, and he leaves Hank his cat to take care of.
Soon, though, a pair of Russian gang skinheads (Yuri Kolokolnikov, Nikita Kukushkin) are banging on Russ’ door and quickly after, pummeling Hank, too. Their beating of Hank is unexpectedly brutal, and the first sign that Caught Stealing is going for something a little different. When Hank wakes up in the hospital, he’s down a kidney and told he can’t drink alcohol ever again.


