The shaky, quasi-supernatural premise — that a small-time Nevada gambler would discover a particular blackjack dealer to whom he is providentially guaranteed not to lose — keeps getting shakier under subsequent developments: a hare-brained murder conspiracy, a scavenger hunt for a meaningless anagram. The only thing that prevents total collapse is that the movie never faces up to and tries to justify its own spuriousness. Touches (the merest dabs) of satire and black comedy are inserted to make Bette Midler feel at home. She, in a series of costumes seemingly designed to pull your attention away from her face, delivers a Big Star performance that never settles into, or down to, and for, the dimensions of the role as written: a mobile-home floozy out of James M. Cain. With Ken Wahl and Rip Torn; directed by Don Siegel. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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