Sometimes directors take a hard left turn, and this one feels like Aronofsky loosening his collar. Known for psychological intensity and heavy allegory, he’s never gone near a fast-paced crime caper before. Caught Stealing is so far removed from his usual weighty style that I was hesitant going in, but what unfolds is fast, unruly, and surprisingly good fun.
The film rides on pure momentum. Scenes tumble into each other with a restless energy, violence sparking as quickly as the jokes land. It never settles long enough to feel safe, and that volatility is part of its charm. Aronofsky directs with a wink rather than a scowl, and the shift suits him.
Much of the pull comes from the cast. Performances are sharp, lived-in, and a little unhinged—characters who could have been clichés instead feel bracingly alive. Even when the story frays, the actors carry it, powering through with grit and sly humour. Caught Stealing may not be classic Aronofsky, but as a sidestep, it proves he can trade intensity for verve without losing his touch.