A comedic crime drama so light and inconsequential it barely exists, Where The Money Is stars Paul Newman as an accomplished bank robber who fakes a stroke as part of an ingenious (and wildly unlikely) plot to escape from prison. Sent to a small-town nursing home, he arouses the suspicions of nurse Linda Fiorentino, a former beauty queen and aspiring criminal who sees in him an opportunity to make the one big score that will allow her to leave behind her mundane existence. Directed by Less Than Zero's Marek Kanievska with zero understanding of (or interest in) small-town life or the complexities of aging, Where The Money Is is an irredeemably dull, disinterested misfire that features a shockingly lifeless performance by the usually excellent Newman. Of course, it doesn't help that he and Fiorentino have even less chemistry as cinematic would-be lovers than Jet Li and Aaliyah displayed in last month's Romeo Must Die. Nor does it help that he spends half the film pretending to be catatonic; even when Newman is supposed to appear lively and engaged, he's still only marginally more energetic than the vegetable he's pretending to be. Set in a nondescript small town where everyone is either a sketchily drawn bumpkin or a drooling old codger, Where The Money Is is a big empty shrug of a film that's as forgettable and generic as its title.