Time Out saysThe arrested adolescents from Swingers tangle with the Mob in this belated follow-up to the 1996 indie hit written by Jon Favreau. This time he and Vaughn play hapless Angeleno ex-boxers, Bobby and Ricky, who get a chance to atone for their misdemeanours as delivery boys for old-style crime figure Max (Falk). All they have to do is fly to New York on expenses, hook up with major player Ruiz (Combs), and do the deal. Sounds simple, but fast-talking Ricky has a gift for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, every time. No wonder Bobby's a worried man. Favreau's first directorial effort risks feeling repetitive until you realise it's playing a set of variations on a theme as bigmouth Ricky puts his foot in it and his ever-loyal buddy tries to smoothe things over. Though the scenario echoes Mean Streets, it's actually a comedy of manners in crime-flick garb. If the film's too ready to go with the flow of Chris Doyle's handheld camerawork, and sometimes seems ad hoc, its spot-on attention to the faux pas of the moment certainly raises a smile. If it's never quite a knockout, Vaughn's cannily judged display of virtuoso assholery is something to see.