Described and marketed as a brooding thriller, the hero is a writer trying to make ends meet and so goes to work in a London casino as a dealer.

Trying to survive seductive and sometimes abusive punters, he navigates his way through the seedy world coolly, all the time making up his book in his head from his experiences.

Two major things don't work. One, he's made to look like he's a struggling writer the whole movie through, and suddenly his book about a croupier is published (anonymously), making him rich and famous.

Also, when his girlfriend is killed, he shows so little remorse you lose any sympathy for him you might have had.

Nothing strong enough to leave a lasting impression.

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