It seems like human nature to root for a guy who pulls off the perfect heist—heck, who didn’t love Oceans 11, Bandits, or the Italian Job? Maybe the Craigslist Bandit spent too much time planning his bank robbery and not enough time watching all the creative ways Hollywood cops get DNA evidence. A little CSI goes a long way, and Anthony Curcio would have known not to leave his tobacco-spittoon out where the cops could get it. Yeah, tobacco-spittoon, which sort of drains the bradpittian glamour right out, doesn’t it?