Phil Alden Robinson’s Sneakers is a thoroughly charming, early-‘90s thriller – even if it does require a Herculean suspension of disbelief in order for the film’s anticlimactic finale to work (why do no men with guns come for them as they take their leisurely drive away from the villain’s lair?). But even with these flaws, it’s a film with great dialogue, an outstanding cast (where else do you get Robert Redford, Sidney Poitier, Dan Aykroyd, River Phoenix, David Strathairn, Mary McDonnell, and Ben Kingsley?), and delightful chemistry between everyone onscreen. It follows all of the conventions of your standard heist film, but its ambition never exceeds its grasp, so it all remains a bit of a fun, pleasant lark. The filmmaking is fairly workmanlike and pedestrian, but that really isn’t much of a detriment in something so amiable and charming.