A provocative concept and strong beginning diluted by attempts at a love story & basic platitude that family and love, not stuff, is everything. The Joneses suffers from the 90 minute movie curse of feeling longer than it is. Instead of reforming as the natural progression of consequences unfolds, the film should have somehow kept the cynical side going. I find it hard to believe that if you chose this career, every one of the Joneses would not easily be stricken by their conscience. A criminal waste of Gary Cole and Lauren Hutton. (Fun aside: we already do this for free & it felt ripped off from an excellent short story that I read in The New Yorker ages ago, but totally forgot the title.)