A passable, intermittently enjoyable Ridley Scott drama from the early 2000s revolving around Nicolas Cage’s wired, OCD- and Tourette’s-suffering con artist (talk about giving an actor enough rope when he had plenty already) and the various people in his life. Despite plenty of positive notices for Cage’s performance at the time, the best thing about the movie by some distance is Sam Rockwell, who plays Cage’s partner-in-crime; Matchstick Men suffers whenever he’s not on screen, particularly because there are so many generic scenes involving Cage and his estranged daughter (Alison Lohman) or Cage and his shrink (Bruce Altman) that just plod along, and you miss Rockwell’s natural dynamism. The sting in this movie’s tail feels more like a slight nip, and the whole affair feels a tad cheap and rushed (there are loads of continuity errors that are all far too tedious to point out here). But it’s not bad. (***)