John Travolta is well cast (believe it or not) as a thief who has to work with his father (the great Christopher Plummer) and son to forge a painting by Monet and steal the original. Sounds simple enough. But the film bites off more than it can chew, trying to tackle a difficult father-son relationship and a complex family dynamic, while dealing with the heist itself. At some point, I found myself curiously disengaged from this story and didn’t care what happened to any of the characters. In his feature debut, TV director Philip Martin manages to bring superficial credibility to a highly familiar story. It has the right look and feel, and the right actors to carry it through. But when you don’t care about the outcome, nothing else matters.