If there’s anything I miss in pop culture, it’s the presence of ordinary movies. I don’t mean blockbusters like Avatar or cultural events like Barbenheimer or Oscar contenders like One Battle After Another. I’m talking about the routine, well-made entertainments that, for nearly a century, used to open in theaters every week. You’d go see them because the story sounded good or you liked the stars or you just wanted to enjoy something as part of an audience.
I was reminded of how much I’d missed them as I watched Crime 101, a pleasingly rare example of what used to be commonplace. Based on a 2020 novella by the terrific crime novelist Don Winslow, Bart Layton’s movie boasts a slate of top-notch stars and puts a nifty, self-conscious spin on the old-fashioned heist picture. Hopscotching through Los Angeles’ glamor and grit, the action centers on three solitary characters, each at a personal Rubicon.



