You could be on the way to visiting your personal nadir, but
if you're dressed sharply, they will surely turn you away.
None of this has much to do with the film, although the Jack
the Croupier, played by Clive Owen, does spend a lot of time in a
tux. He's a man in love with his uniform. Actually, he's just
doing a job to pay rent as he writes a book in fits and starts.
He sees gambling and the division of who's on which side of the
blackjack table as a metaphor for living. There are punters --
losers. They're on one side. And then there's Jack. He doesn't
gamble, so he can never lose.
I think the thing that surprised me most about this film is
the way that I've seen many of the actors elsewhere, but didn't
even realize it. Take Gina McKee who plays Jack's girlfriend and
landlord. Just in the last week, I saw her in
"Wonderland" and in a still from "Women Talking
Dirty" with Helena Bonham Carter. All through the film I was
sitting there, wondering why she looked so familiar. Not until I
had the full, overwhelming force of the internet behind me, was I
able to put the pieces together. It's times like this I realize
how finite parts of the world are.
The film is certainly worth a look, though its claims of being
the best film of the year, or a "masterpiece" are a way
overblown. The one bit of truth in advertising: Clive Owen does
remind me of a young Sean Connery. Must be the tux.