Bandits is guilty of behaving like a petty thievery corporation; it steals from so many other sources that we're forced to realize that it has little of its own to offer.
I like movies that don't settle into a groove, especially if the groove is already well worn. But the different kinds of movies that make up Bandits are pretty worn, too.
Billy Bob Thornton, wearing a succession of toupees, wigs, fake facial hair, and funny hats, and twitching more than a horse's behind, is the best reason to see Bandits.
Too bad we're ready for the film's final pay-off 20 minutes before it comes. Less is more in comedy and a bit less would have made Bandits more successful. As it is, both the performers and the audience end up robbed by excess.