Seven stars. A weak seven, but good enough to round up. Hal Ashby
had, possibly, the best six-consecutive film run in history from Harold and
Maude through Being There. This film clearly does not match that amazing run,
but it's still a lot of fun. Jon Voigt, an actor I've been a fan of for 50
years now, turns in an excellent performance as a more-wily-than-smart gambler
trying to square a big debt. Ann-Margret does fine as his ex, who figures out
he's running a con at the Vegas spot where she now works. But for my money,
the show is stolen by Burt Young. He did tons of movie and TV work, and was a
tremendous actor. But he was too dumpy looking to be a star. In a career of
character parts, this was one of his biggest shots, and he just nailed the loyal, not
as dumb as everyone thinks, sidekick.
Ashby's career as a director was pretty
short, and he really faded from prominence in the last few years of his life. But he was still making quirky, intelligent, entertaining films. The film from
his big six that is closest to this is probably The Last Detail. If you liked
that one, take a look a this. 20 September 2022.