This feels like an old ‘70s movie that already exists. If you didn’t know Robert Redford was a dashing young man in the 1970s, you’d swear that it was. There’s a comforting sense of déjà vu at the end of the trailer with that great piece of dialogue (“…I’m just talking about living.”) and the easy listening song playing. Every time this trailer starts up at the art house, I groan inside a little because I’ve seen it so many times but then I easily get swept up in its spell. The montage of bank robberies. Watching Redford sweet talk Sissy Spacek. He’s still so damn charming. She’s so radiant. It’s easy to get excited about this movie even when the trailer is wearing a little thin.