Hard on the heels of summer's formulaic The Score comes redundant evidence that the caper movie is the most limited of genres. This time Gene Hackman gets to play the aging supercriminal who's lured into one last big job and then has to contend with unreliable partners. Once again, compound plot twists, exotic technology, and gaudy cross-cutting are the whole film, or almost.

Throughout his career Hackman has commanded a common-man ability to fit in anywhere: it serves him well here when his character, who pays taxes as a Quincy boatbuilder, adopts various disguises to rob a jewelry store and a cargo plane. And writer/director David Mamet's linguistic resourcefulness allows everyone to pretend, for a while, that Heist is more than just a grim and mournful exercise. Gangster Danny DeVito calls someone a "vonce" and someone else a "doxy." Hackman's two-timing wife (Rebecca Pidgeon), it's said, "could talk her way out of a sunburn." One character congratulates another on having "hot-walked that dude the live-long day." Still, there's no getting away from the sense that the caper genre is, as Mamet's crooks would put it, "burnt." At the Entertainment, Holiday, Hoyts Providence 16, Showcase, and Tri-Boro cinemas.