The Sting

Hill's follow-up to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, teaming Newman and Redford again, sticks to the same proven box-office formula. The story takes place in 1936 Chicago this time, but the two protagonists remain the same, outlaws who ply their trade as conmen. The film ends up relying on different chapter headings to explain what's going on, but it's all very professional, with fine attention to period detail. All a bit soulless, but at least there's no equivalent of the 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' sequence. All those who liked the earlier film should enjoy this as much.