Any potential criminal who professes faith in the idea of a "victimless crime" is likely in over his head, and in their attempt to quite literally rob the family jewels, the two brothers at the center of Before the Devil Knows You're Dead do little to call that truism into question. The latest white-knuckle thriller from the 83-year-old Sidney Lumet opens with an unappetizing shot of Philip Seymour Hoffman's Andy giving it to his wife from behind, a fitting prelude to a story where everybody gets royally fucked—karmic payback for greed, cowardice, or general stupidity. It's a bluntly effective, methodically detailed B movie that proves Lumet's continued fidelity to a tried-and-true credo: all institutions corrupt. In the case of Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, that institution is the American family, and its victims are everywhere.