'Runner Runner' a gamble on the road to nowhere special
Whatever his other gifts, Justin Timberlake has a hard time playing “hard.”
Ben Affleck has no hint of sinister about him.
For director Brad Furman, “The Lincoln Lawyer” is looking more and more like a fluke, and even bringing in someone with gambling-movie credentials — the scr eenwriter from “Rounders” — doesn't help.
So, the problems of the Internet gambling thriller “Runner Runner” are many and manifest. A thrill-free thriller with no urgency, scanty wit and limited sex appeal, it plays like just a paycheck for A-list actors who should know better.
Timberlake is Richie Furst, a Wall Street dropout whom we meet as he tries to hustle his way to a graduate degree at Princeton. But the online gambling he's using to finance college fails him, and a little number crunching tells him he's been cheated. Somehow, he scrapes together the cash and the moxie to go to Costa Rica and confront the online gambing kingpin, Ivan Block (Affleck).
Block likes that moxie and next thing you know, Richie's his right-hand man, crunching numbers, recruiting “affiliates” to their Internet empire and making eyes at the boss' babe (Gemma Arterton).
He has “everything you ever thought you wanted, when you were 13.” And then a rules-bending F.B.I. agent (Anthony Mackie, funny) kidnaps him and we wonder whose loyalty Richie will honor — Ivan's, the feds' or his own.
“Runner Runner” is the sort of movie where the “hero” narrates his tale so thoroughly that there's little mystery as to what's coming, and there's barely enough gambling slang to dress up the script.
Roger Moore is a staff writer for McClatchy-Tribune News Service.