Slick Aerial Heist Lift Has Just Enough Hart

Lift is many things I didn’t expect to enjoy. A dramatic vehicle for funnyman Kevin Hart. A heist flick that takes NFTs seriously. I’ve also been out of touch with F. Gary Gray’s directorial career since Straight Outta Compton. Netflix dared allow one of their originals to clock in under two hours, which benefits energy and pacing, because Daniel Kunka’s screenplay wastes no time. Lift is no Ocean’s Eleven in first class or a sky-flying The Italian Job, but that’s not an issue. Gray plays to the simplest pleasures of heist cinema and wins us over because sometimes it’s alright to simply be dependable and straightforward.
Hart stars as Cyrus, the mastermind of a sorta do-gooding criminal troupe specializing in art theft. His team is composed of the usual players, from safecrackers (Billy Magnussen) to masters of disguise (Vincent D’Onofrio), and they’re under surveillance by government law enforcement. You’ve seen this before; you know the drill. Special agent Abby (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) approaches Cyrus and offers him a deal: Steal $100 million in gold bullion from a mid-air flight and receive blanket pardons. Cyrus agrees, partially because of the offer, but mostly because it means he gets to work alongside his ex-fling Abby and hopefully rekindle their shared passion through gentlemanly yet seductive thievery.
Lift features more romantic tension than what’s on the tin, which is actually quite charming. Cyrus and Abby are a will-they-won’t-they destined to “will,” which softens the blow of an otherwise run-of-the-mill objective. Hart lays his flattery on thick and with an earnest expression, abandoning the comedic chops that launched and sustain his career. Even more surprising? He doesn’t need them. Cyrus’ lovestruck advances come across as sincere—even candy-coated sweet. Hart and Mbatha-Raw collaborate well as a rom-com couple in an action-first scenario, which allows the surrounding film to breathe as they draw attention away from its more ordinary genre execution.