Elliot Gould & George Segal go nuts in a Casavettes-lite romp through the festering bowels of low-rent gambling. A hardy fuck you to the Oceans Eleven nonsense — these men are depraved and sick. But this is no after school special (just as “Sideways” was no advert for AA.) A somewhat stream of consciousness plot from poker room to race track to the crash pad of two prostitutes who are off somewhere living their own movie, finally on a seniors-filled bus to Reno. A fabulous, hilarious and grim film. The end doesn’t pack the punch it wants to (or the rest of the film deserves) but anyone who’s ever gone off and done anything stupid with their best friend will love this one.
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Jordan Hoffman is a New York-based writer and film critic working for The Guardian, Vanity Fair, Thrillist, Times of Israel, NY Daily News and elsewhere.
He is the host of ENGAGE: The Official Star Trek Podcast, a member of the New York Film Critics Circle and challenges you to a game of backgammon.