David O. Russell’s “Amsterdam” is very plush in the looks department. Enjoying the costumes and cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki’s lighting and some of Russell’s shot designs will get you through it. But only if you don’t have to listen to it, or track it, or believe in the people on screen. This is not an actor problem, even if one of its three leading players isn’t doing much of anything. Some deft flourishes, amusing or affecting or both, pop up in the frustrating narrative’s margins: Zoe Saldana’s meticulous calm as a Depression-era nurse; Mike Myers and Michael Shannon as a Mutt-and-Jeff …