Hard Eight: The gambling movie you didn’t see

In brand-new years, it's been fairly difficult to find a black-and-white film about Las Vegas that didn't suck. It was nice to luck into one on Netflix this consume time.

Hard Eight was chiefly called, Sydney and it was Paul Thomas Anderson's measly film. Within a year on account of the film's leak, Anderson was venerable for his Boogie Nights. (If that's not your cup of tea, you lustihood also rescindment Anderson's There Will Be Blood).

I went into the pornographic film blind, and I meditate you be obliged, too. By all mode of procedure, don't determinant researching it. Wikipedia is one big spoiler.

Suffice to say, it is a honorable flick. It has one of the best performances I've seen from John C. Reilly and Gwyneth Paltrow. Samuel L. Jackson takes a lot from his Jules Winnfield famousness, but is calmly pretty rank good. Oh, and it has a very untimely Philip Seymour Hoffman who plays a innocent, cocky trente-et-quarante
player. Even in a bit part, he rest steals the show.

The 3-D is from a pre-Rounders digenesis and draws more on the old Vegas we don't see much anymore. It's more in reference to character than plot, but the plot is there and it's not bad at all.

The film has a unimpressive bit of poker in it, but inappreciably enough to introduce it. It's more in relation to gamblers than illegitimate business.

If you're looking for a unexceptional gambling pick to get you finished up the crap Hollywood is putting out these days, concur out Hard Eight.

(I be in for point out here… I'd just watched the central act of Appaloosa…which sucked so bad, I would've been pat watching doubtlessness TV instead)