OK, I'm kidding, but only a little. Gone In 60 Seconds is not really a movie, it's a 90 minute setup for a 5 minute car chase, conceived as an hommage to the great car-chase movies of the 70s, like Bullitt. Of course, it forgets that Los Angeles is no San Francisco, and that not even Nicholas Cage is Steve McQueen. It's pleasing to the eye, especially the male eye, as is the case with most Jerry Bruckheimer productions. Memphis Raines (Cage) is a retired car-thief legend, but his brother (Ribisi) has fallen to the mercy of a merciless criminal, by failing to steal 50 cars. So the bad guy offers the big brother to buy his baby brother off by taking his job. The job is the same, but the timeline is condensed, because the deadline is also the same. Memphis comes back from retirement, gathers his team to include all generations and genders (female gender represented by Angelina Jolie) and goes to work.

What doesn't work is the suspense. We couldn't care less whether they get the job done or baby brother gets squished by the car press. We care only a little whether Memphis gets caught or not. All we see is a few shiny cars and a pair of t-back underpants. The heist, that is supposed to take place in one night, takes a few days to be set up, and the director Sena and the actors are trying to make those days watchable. So you have a funny little mishap with the key-eating dog, a boatload of car facts (you'll find out when did the Cadillac start using electric carburators on El Dorados... or something of the sort), some high-tech gadgetry, some comedy and, of course, the car chase.