Unrated but R in nature. 3 stars That's what a struggling writer thinks when he steps into a London casino, where there are no windows or clocks, only mirrored walls distorting the interior and its inhabitants. Gamblers, or punters as they're also called, think they can beat the house.
Dealers think they can break the rigid rules.
Cheaters think they can prosper. No gambling, no fraternizing with the female dealers, no talking or even acknowledging customers outside the casino, no tips. She's a store detective who made a job switch of her own, which goes unexplored here, who liked the old Jack and now barely sees the new one. Soon, though, Jack is breaking some of the cardinal casino rules but mentally gathering material for a novel. And what rich material is sitting across the roulette wheel or blackjack table or lurking in the changing room.