
Building a farce around mother-daughter hustlers is a fun idea, but Heartbreakers is a hit-and-miss affair. It squeezes plenty of guffaws out of an opening wedding sequence between Max (Sigourney Weaver) and Dean (Ray Liotta), where the statuesque con whips her latest husband into a state of lust then goes to ingenious lengths to send him to an ice-cold shower. After this promising start, however, Max's subsequent scheme - - posing as a Russian emigre temptress to woo a dying tobacco tycoon (Hackman) - - are scuppered by Weaver's "comedy" Soviet accent and laboured attempts to get laughs.
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