On the off chance that movie viewers have been wondering where one of the 1990’s top female cinema draws, Demi Moore, has been hiding out (she’s earned only one top billing, Half Light, 2006, in the last ten years), look no more. She’s safe - trying not to get caught breaking into same. Assuming the identity of Oxford-educated Laura Quinn in her latest leading feature, Flawless, the former brat-packer is schlepping back and forth, working a 9-5’er abroad.

On the upside, no one’s wondering the whereabouts of her more seasoned counterpart, Michael Caine. Eisenhower was the U.S. president when the Englishman began acting in the mid 1950’s. A lot has happened in the world — outside of camera’s view — since Caine stepped before it for the first of his 140-plus TV show and feature film appearances. Not the least of which is the professional fluidness with which he now dependably delivers the thespian equivalent of a bases loaded single each time he takes a turn at bat. Reminiscent of Gene Hackman and Samuel Jackson, Caine may not always appear in winning productions, but far more often than not, he delivers.

At 38-years-old, the unmarried Quinn (Moore) works for the London Diamond Corporation in titular city, the global distributor for the world’s diamond supply. In the company’s employ for 15 years, she’s its first, and only, female manager. Quinn has appreciated the risky gender-pioneering investment the corporation’s made in her, almost as much as hers in it. Not anymore. Quinn’s been passed over five times in three years for promotions of men obviously less qualified. It’s happened again. Even if it is only 1960, it’s time for this upwardly mobile woman to move up, or move on.

Mr. Hobbs (Caine) is London Diamond’s fixture janitor. A disabled man with a slight gimp in his gait, the widower looks to be at the end of his profession - if you can even call it that. Career choices be damned, this caretaker is going to do just that.

When Hobbs tactically pitches his outlandish plan to Ms. Quinn to separate London Diamond from its inventory, he banks on finding a sympathetic partner. He just might, as Quinn’s one-time loyalty has given way to bitterness. When the crafty Hobbs let’s Quinn in on a not so insignificant little secret — the company plans to terminate her employment — she realizes her options are indeed finite. If she can’t break through the glass ceiling through conventional hard work and dedication, her only remaining resource may be to illicitly cut through it with the London Diamond’s namesakes in hand. Partners primed, the job is on.