It initially suggests a low-rent blend of a Polanski class parable with a relationship drama in the key of Malcolm D. Lee.
Den of Thieves displays a reverence for the taut and moody tension-building tactics of Michael Mann’s Heat.
It isn’t long before we feel like hostages ourselves, bound by the filmmakers’ strained moral outrage.
House of Lies is as brash and cocky as the management consultants it follows; it’s also filled with just as much bullshit.