A fizzy riff on many of the same cutthroat-corporate themes explored with such gravity in Michael Clayton, Gilroy’s follow-up mixes its nuanced screwball antics and star wattage with a visual panache of split screens and super-slow-motion that brings to mind the freewheeling experimentation of the ’60s. The film clearly wants to equate the twisty professional tensions of being corporate spies with the prickly romantic travails that frequently demand similar kinds of deception, but the story gets so caught up in the twists and turns of the former that it loses the comedic passion of latter. That is, the film’s corporate espionage ultimately becomes more interesting than whether or not the romantic relationship will work out. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)