There is something called “found poetry.” The term refers to anything that was not written as poetry, but reads as if it were. I would like to suggest a new category: found reviews. These are not really reviews, but serve the same function. I found one just now, and after a struggle with myself, I have decided to share it with you. It is about “Mad Money,” a movie in which Diane Keaton, Queen Latifah and Katie Holmes are lowly workers who team up to rob a Federal Reserve Bank.



I was noodling around Rotten Tomatoes, trying to determine who played the bank’s security chief, and noticed the movie had not yet been reviewed by anybody. Hold on! In the “Forum” section for this movie, “islandhome” wrote at 7:58 a.m., Jan. 8: “review of this movie ... tonight i’ll post.” At 11:19 a.m., Jan. 10, islandhome was finally back with the promised review. It is written without capital letters, flush-left like a poem, and I quote it spelling and all:



“hello sorry i slept when i got back

“well it was kinda fun

“it could never happen in the way it was portraid

“but what ever its a movie

“for the girls most will like it

“and the men will not mind it much

“i thought it was going to be kinda like how tobeat the high cost of living

“kinda the same them but not as much fun

“ill give it a 4 Out of 10”



I read this twice, three times. I had been testing out various first sentences for my own review, but somehow the purity and directness of islandhome’s review undercut me. It is so final. “for the girls most will like it/and the men will not mind it much.” How can you improve on that? It’s worthy of Charles Bukowski.



Anyway, here’s how I was going to start out:



“Mad Money” is astonishingly casual for a movie about three service workers who steal millions from a Federal Reserve Bank. There is little suspense, no true danger, their plan is simple, the complications are few, and they don’t get excited much beyond some high-fives and hugs and giggles. If there was ever a movie where Diane Keaton would be justified in bringing back “la-di-da,” this is that movie.



Keaton is set up as a rich wife whose husband (Ted Danson) gets downsized. They owe a mountain of debt, their house is being repossessed, and she thinks she might as well (gulp) get a job. The best she can do is emptying the garbage at the Federal Reserve.



That’s when she spots a loophole in the bank’s famous security system. She figures out a way to steal used bills on the way to the shredder and smuggle them out of the building stuffed into her bra and panties, and those of her partners in crime, Katie and the Queen. This system works. And the beauty is, the money isn’t missed because it has supposedly already been destroyed. All they’re doing is spending it one more time on its way to the shredder. A victimless crime, unless it brings down the economy, of course.



I would have gone on to observe that the movie makes it all look so easy and painless that it’s a good thing it opens with a flash-forward showing them in a panic mode, so we know that sooner or later something exciting will happen. In the meantime, we get more scenes starring Ted Danson, with a hairstyle that makes him look alarmingly like a cross between David Cronenberg and Frankenstein’s monster. And there’s of course a chief of security who is constantly being outwitted. And so on.



“Mad Money” is actually a remake of a 2001 TV movie, I discovered on IMDb. Britain’s Granada made it about a team of cleaners who pull the same scam on the Bank of England. Two character first names are the same (Bridget and Jackie), but the last names of the Keaton and Danson characters are changed from Watmore to Cardigan. Go figure. Or don’t. The bottom line is, some girls will like it, the men not so much, and I give it 1 1/2 stars out of 4.

Mad Money

★1/2



Starring: Diane Keaton, Queen Latifah, Katie Holmes and Ted Danson



Director: Callie Khouri



Rated: PG-13 for sexual material and language, and brief drug references