There's
an intriguing idea in this drama about an odd mentor-protégé
relationship, but the filmmakers are so caught up in the
macho posturing that anything insightful is lost along the
way.
Brandon (McConaughey)
refuses to give up on his dream of playing professional
football, despite a career-ending injury. Working in a Vegas
call centre, he finds that he has a skill for predicting
winners, and is soon poached by New York sports advisor
Walt (Pacino), who's been looking for someone to take over
his lucrative business if his dodgy heart stops. Walt's
savvy wife (Russo) approves, and soon Brandon becomes a
top sports-gambling tipster. But can his winning streak
last?
What could have
been an involving character drama is taken over by a plot
that piles corny suspicions and jealousies on top of false
leads and contrived situations. The "true story"
has clearly been mangled according to Hollywood formulae,
and as a result loses all connection to the real world.
And all the manly swearing, grunting and air-punching is
so annoying that we don't care.
Pacino can do
this kind of role in his sleep--kinetic, funny, scary, warm.
McConaughey continues his metamorphosis into Mr Universe,
flexing his pecs and abs to distract us from Brandon's complete
lack of personality. His intensity carries him through,
but he's basically just a side of beef. Russo has the most
interesting role, but the filmmakers seem to think she's
merely window dressing. The supporting cast, especially
King, are criminally underused.
After
abandoning most of the important plot threads, the filmmakers
add a disturbing sermon about the dangers of gambling, all
while using addiction as a mere plot device then painting
betting as lucrative and thrilling. This is conveyed in
that slick, lush, efficient, anonymous style of filmmaking-by-numbers.
It's so pumped full of testosterone that we don't like any
of the characters, and the lame attempts to add both a level
of conflict and a big climax are straight out of Screenwriting
101. It just leaves you wondering what the true story really
is, because it has to be better than this.