Director John Patton Ford’s “How to Make a Killing” follows Becket Redfellow (Glen Powell), the son of a disowned daughter of a billionaire. Sick of his working-class existence, Becket starts killing off all of his relatives, most of whom he’s never met, to inherit their money. 

It sounds crazy, but I would argue that the film is not nearly crazy enough. The main stumbling block in “How to Make a Killing” is its inability to commit to the insanity of its fast-paced plotline.

It doesn’t help that Becket’s character is incredibly underdeveloped. His skills as a murderer, his inner life and even his motivation to kill all feel undercooked. Powell is still charismatic enough to command attention, but the film doesn’t get you to root for him. You’re not entirely sure why he’s doing it.

However, I still enjoyed “How to Make a Killing” to an extent. I’ll likely never rewatch it, but the film is timely. Caught between a morality tale and a fun romp, its explorations of wealth inequality and corruption force the viewer to think. Its ending – though utterly nonsensical – still prompted me to consider the ramifications of the trends the film critiqued. It is committed to its ideas, and for that, I applaud Ford, who also wrote the screenplay.

The decadence – and immunity – of those at the top of society has recently dominated headlines, and wealth inequality is only growing. For those reasons, I think “How to Make a Killing” is the right movie for the time. If you’re up for engaging with these ideas while seeing Glen Powell blow up Gabe from “The Office,” check this out. If not, skip it. There’s not a lot else to enjoy.