Roger has spent a lifetime lifting things that don't belong to him, and now he wants the big one: the Mona Lisa. Too old to go it alone, he assembles a pair of young operators - Chiara, a sharp-eyed Italian with a talent for getting through doors, and Jay, a French hustler with a gift for talking his way out of rooms. Only after they're committed does Roger reveal the truth: they're brother and sister, separated years ago, and he's the father who walked out on both of them.
What follows is a chaotic reunion nobody requested, with the heist clock ticking while the family works out a lifetime of grievances in stolen moments between security patrols and double-crosses. Vincent keeps the plot moving briskly, stringing together recon scenes, near-misses, and one nicely staged museum infiltration, though the screenplay treats the emotional revelations as speed bumps rather than the engine of the story. The result is a film that occasionally wants to be about something - inheritance, forgiveness, the mess of blood ties - without ever slowing down long enough to mean it.

























