Utterly forgettable but
basically competent in its storytelling and technical execution, Blackjack tells the humdrum story of an
ex-con staging an elaborate heist in Las Vegas with the help of several fellow
criminals. Despite the presence of B-movie icon William Smith in a supporting
role, always a shot in the arm for any project, Blackjack was doomed to fail the moment hopelessly bland actor Damu
King was cast in the leading role. He’s sufficiently formidable to put across
the visual concept of a badass crook out for a payoff and/or payback—one gets
the vague sense of a revenge angle—but he’s not interesting to watch. Neither
are his exploits, because movies about ripping off casinos in Vegas are nearly
as old as Vegas itself. The story begins with Roy (King) exiting prison after
having acquired and/or sharpened his blackjack skills behind bars—because, of
course, most penologists encourage inmates to participate in high-stakes
gambling during their incarceration. Roy organizes old allies for an ambitious
scheme to rip off casinos that are operated by the mob, and word of the
impending crime reaches Andy Mayfield (Smith), the top security guy at one of
the mob’s casinos. He has some sort of history with Roy, though parsing the
details isn’t worth the trouble. Andy joins forces with a fellow enforcer,
Charles (played by Tony Burton, familiar to fans of the Rocky franchise as Apollo Creed’s corner man), and they strive to
prevent Roy from pulling off the heist. Events churn toward the inevitable
showdown between Andy and Roy. Whatever. It’s all so familiar and pointless and
unimaginative as to be painfully boring, even with a soundtrack powered by slick
R&B/funk music.
Blackjack:
LAME
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