Writer at The Film Stage/LWL
“They don’t play the good stuff on the radio.”
Small-time, smoky gambling with southerners in dirty Chicago casinos with a slimy TLJ testing the limits of some young hot shot played by Matt Dillon. I don’t understand how dice works but those scenes were electric and Bruce Dern breathes straight fire as a blind man with a stable of arms in need of his money grip.
S/o the 80s for freeze frame endings.
On a rainy day in New York I walked from my house to the bus, that bus took me to a boat that delivered me from one island to the next. After we hit land, I walked to a train that was full of every psycho New York cliche you could think of. After 30 minutes I got off and walked to the building playing this movie. “Was it worth, Erik?” I asked myself... no. Absolutely not, a resounding N O. Nope. Not it. Fuck no. Please, god no. Maybe a litt..? No.
Jessica Chastain killed it. Only thing I’ll say positive
Rosamund is always great as an ice queen but her ruthlessness is overbearing and to the point where you’re just rooting for Dianne Wiest. More or less a sleek crime/horror movie about the kind of vile people that upend our healthcare system for personal profit.
Some fun twists but man, fuck these people and this bullshit synth score. Usually I love movies about scum but they’re not very interesting in this.