HARK!
I hear…a hard hustle…
The hard hustle, aka con, has never been illustrated as well as in “The Tinder Swindler.”
New on Netflix, this is a GREAT Valentine’s Day watch.
If you’re matched-up, this will make you appreciate your partner, like never before: “At least he/she never cleaned my clock like that…”
If you’re flying solo like a wrapped piece of American cheese, it’ll make you decide: “Yeah, I’m good being single…”
The plot wrap of this new Netflix show: “The so-called Tinder Swindler is Shimon Hayut, a convicted fraudster born in Israel. Hayut used dating apps to meet multiple women, then established lines of credit and loans in their names, ultimately leaving them holding the bills.”
This devil-in-Armani was (and maybe still is) almost literally a dating demon: Posing as the son of a diamond merchant, he was hustling multiple women at a time, using private jets and 5-star hotels to give each new woman the princess treatment.
A couple weeks into each romance, he would suddenly say, “Oops, my credit cards are tied up. Can you lend me some money?”
What becomes obvious to us—though, sadly, not to the starry-eyed victims—is that he was using the money they loaned him to set up the next lady, who he would wine-and-dine only to bed-and-tread.
The logo for this show is hilarious, but painful: a diamond ring, hanging from a fish hook. Catfishing from a yacht, so to speak...
The hustler shook down a string of ladies to the tune of about $10 million (no one really knows).
Coming in at just under 2 hours, “The Tinder Swindler” moves fast, from one jaw-dropping reveal to the next.
On an artistic level, it hardly boots aside “The Thin Blue Line,” “Summer of Soul” or any other visionary documentary. It may not be high-end cuisine, but, like junk food, once you start it’s almost impossible to stop watching this trashy treasure.
“The Tinder Swindler” was directed by Felicity Morris, who also produced the Emmy-winning series "Don't F**k with Cats: Hunting an Internet Killer."