Focus is a great movie. I had the privilege of watching the special screening last night. In it you will rediscover the Will Smith you obviously fell in love with when you watched Hitch. As a con-man he was suave and brilliant. He does his homework before he sends out his disciples into the fields. He understands the psychology of the human mind and preys on the emotions of his victims. He makes you (the observer of his manipulations) believe he is a two-bit unintelligent and prideful risk-taker until you see the emergence of his sheer brilliance as he led his over-confident victim to the kill. As an advanced contemporary con-man, he utilizes state-of-the-art technology and the best wizkid in the block to up his game.

The movie is just a classic and evokes all manner of emotion in you as you watch through it. At the end of it, you will laugh and be rest assured that you got value for your money. Focus is the movie of the now for those con artists who wanna dare and sharpen their wits. Screening of the movie at the cinemas commences tomorrow February 27th. Go get your ticket!





Jeffrey Kluger

Senior Editor, TIME Magazine

Originally published on TIME Magazine on Sunday, Nov. 06, 2005.

You don’t get as successful as Gregg and Drew Shipp by accident. Shake hands with the 36-year-old fraternal twins who co-own the sprawling HiFi Personal Fitness club in Chicago, and it’s clear you’re in the presence of people who thrive on their drive. But that wasn’t always the case. The twins’ father founded the Jovan perfume company, a glamorous business that spun off the kinds of glamorous profits that made it possible for the Shipps to amble through high school, coast into college and never much worry about getting the rent paid or keeping the fridge filled. But before they graduated, their sense of drift began to trouble them. At about the same time, their father sold off the company, and with it went the cozy billets in adult life that had always served as an emotional backstop for the boys.

That did it. By the time they got out of school, both Shipps had entirely transformed themselves, changing from boys who might have grown up to live off the family’s wealth to men consumed with going out and creating their own. “At this point,” says Gregg, “I consider myself to be almost maniacally ambitious.”

It shows. In 1998 the brothers went into the gym trade. They spotted a modest health club doing a modest business, bought out the owner and transformed the place into a luxury facility where private trainers could reserve space for top-dollar clients. In the years since, the company has outgrown one building, then another, and the brothers are about to move a third time. Gregg, a communications major at college, manages the club’s clients, while Drew, a business major, oversees the more hardheaded chore of finance and expansion. “We’re not sitting still,” Drew says. “Even now that we’re doing twice the business we did at our old place, there’s a thirst that needs to be quenched.”

Why is that? Why are some people born with a fire in the belly, while others — like the Shipps — need something to get their pilot light lit? And why do others never get the flame of ambition going? Is there a family anywhere that doesn’t have its overachievers and underachievers — its Jimmy Carters and Billy Carters, its Jeb Bushes and Neil Bushes — and find itself wondering how they all could have come splashing out of exactly the same gene pool?


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