Hopefully this movie review catches you, our reader, before you’re flipping through channels this week, get to Starz, happen to see, "High Roller: The Stu Ungar" story is on, then think to yourself, "You know, I’ve never seen this movie before. I like poker. Why not, nothing else on…" and end up wasting anywhere between 90 seconds and 90 minutes of your life watching something so terrible, there really isn’t a word to describe how bad it is, so we’ll just go with "shit."
Not really sure where to start. Michael Imperioli doesn’t even attempt to channel Stu Ungar, unless Stu Ungar walked/talked/acted exactly like Christopher Moltisanti from the Sopranos, which from what we’ve seen of Ungar, he didn’t, at all. We’d go into more in-depth analysis about the cinematography and directing, but having only seen about 10 minutes of the movie before yelling profanities at the TV and throwing hard objects at the wall as a form of tension release, we don’t have much more to say. So let’s just close by stating that in some ways High Roller is like Ray or Walk the Line, overrated biopics that just scan the high points in a talented person’s life without really diving too deep into what made the character tick, except with one glaring difference being that those movies were at least well acted, directed, and produced (and had killer music), while everything about High Roller fucking sucked.