God I'm sick of films about gambling and gambling addicts getting excited about 'luck being a lady' and shit.
All those sleazes standing behind the roulette table in tux with cocktails! Who are they kidding? GMAFB! Try looking for the bloody highrollers room at about 4 in the morning and trooping down miles and miles of vacant slot machines passing only the occasional OAP still hunched there after 11 hours, patiently cramming her life/savings in one coin at a time. WHAT'S EXCITING ABOUT THAT?
Who can relate to casinos? I've done jobs in them (briefly) and they're really creepy. No windows no clocks just the fucking deafening racket of all those bloody machines and their little loops of electronic bleeps and squeals. I've done loads of them, all over the world. They're all the same. If you have to do some sort of unusual maintenance work, ahem, at say five in the morning (the closest thing to a downtime in casinos) you roll up at the front door with all your clobber only to have a shotgun pushed in your face because the security company also clear the takings around that time and no-one told them you were due to come in and re-do the hokey fibre-glass fountain in the dingey foyer or whatever and frankly they don't believe you.
Why can't they make a film about someone who collects art books?
Well I'd go, for one.