There's nothing like a good heist movie, and this one holds its own with its obvious templates, Reservoir Dogs and The Spanish Prisoner. While this estimable ensemble piece doesn't have the vicious visceral nature of Quentin Tarantino's cult favorite or the literary snap of David Mamet, it does build a viable atmosphere of cunning intrigue amid a community populated by reprehensible low-lifes, where deadly violence is abrupt and excusable. Which is also nearly its downfall: Like Snatch, I Went Down, and any number of other films set in a seamy underworld, there are no likeable characters to be found. Fortunately, the cast of Spanish Judges bring enough detail to their characterizations to engage the viewer beyond that pitfall, and credit prolific TV director Oz Scott for keeping things coherent. Vincent D'Onofrio is incapable of turning in anything less than a multidimensional character, and in this one his less than brilliant criminal Max has moments of insight where he comes to understand his own weaknesses. Valeria Golino, who inexplicably finds more work overseas than she does in the U.S., is a strong-willed moll who may or may not have her sights set beyond a life with Max; one can never tell what she's thinking. Matthew Lillard (who also co-produced) plays his most mature (and maniacal) role yet, no doubt drawn to the script as a way to rise above any potential teenaged typecasting (see Scream and Dish Dogs for examples). He's terrific and so is the film. Spanish Judges deserves an audience.