It is a truth universally acknowledged that the movie hustler must always take the young upstart under their wing. In Hustlers, that moment comes when Jennifer Lopez, lounging on a New York roof in an elaborate white G-string, spreads her luscious fur coat and wraps Constance Wu’s fresh-faced stripper inside with her. It’s a glittery gesture of sisterhood, bestowed by the biggest star in the world, working a profession long derided by larger society as immoral.