Stevie McQueen, a prince of enduring story, rules over this dowager heist in which our eponymous character inherits the rubbish left behind by the shady monarch. And in this midst, we struggle to focus as the plot hits keep our heads spinning.

Veronica (Davis), driven and disparate, hatches up a revenge, or possibly a self-preservation, schema to assuage the Widows. And here, we are introduced to the film’s zest, Alice (Debicki) and Linda (Rodriguez). Alice, acquiescent in all facets of her life, enjoys a certain freedom in the crew. Linda, a mom, apprehensive at the start, finds commitment in the potential of the payoff. And, individually, they ignite their sharp intellect and improvise, propelling the gutsy plan forward.

The men, well, meh. Jack (Farrell) and Harry (Neeson) cannot help but lapse into character. And this is alright, by all means, but it’s sideways from the film’s desired cerebral identity. And for the most part, we just wanted to get back to the ladies. Yet, from the lot, Jatemme (Kaluuya) conjures that wonderful disdain that shields the other males’ flaws.

McQueen, fittingly, overstuffed this Thanksgiving effort. But, on many levels, Widows endures to the hymnal of 3.4 napkins out of 5.