The point about the Sting is that it was really good: sharply directed and acted so that it never seemed like a cheesy revival-fest in spite of all the ragtime music and notice-board section breaks. There are plenty of recent heist/sting movies that should remember that the directing and acting are as important as smart-ass plotting and timing.
Haven't seen Lucky Lady yet (afair) but it sounds like they tried to compensate with cast and money, which is what producers usually do.
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