

They have a feast, take pictures, dance, wear turtlenecks. They exchange furs and boots, Louboutins with bottoms as red as Rudolph’s nose. One of the centerpieces of the movie is an approximately Irishman-length Christmas gathering, where the hustlers themselves come together to reap one great benefit of their scam against finance bros: the ability to spoil one another to death. Hustlers is a holly, jolly Christmas classic.

So this holiday season, amid the annual debate about what exactly can be considered a Christmas film, we would like to talk about one movie and one movie only: Lorene Scafaria’s post–financial crash, true-crime caper about strippers orchestrating a con. Is there any hot take as lukewarm as the old “ Die Hard Is a Christmas movie” canard? If your Yule-set movie features Alan Rickman as a villain but isn’t set at Hogwarts, you’re in trash company.
