Issue 16

It might be useful to think of 21 as Robert Luketic’s own Legally Blonde in reverse. First the Beverly Hills ditz crashed Harvard Law; now the MIT geeks will have their revenge, descending on Vegas blondes and booze like the most photogenic math team ever. Rather liberally adapting Ben Mezrich’s non-fiction bestseller, Bringing Down the House, Luketic and his screenwriters preserve the excitement and a fair amount of the blackjack strategy – yet somehow the whole exercise plays like a hi-tech John Hughes movie.

That element begins with an all-too-convenient framing device: Ben (Sturgess), our hero, is told he needs some ‘life experience’ to win a med-school scholarship. Enter Micky Rosa (Spacey), a professor who cajoles Ben into joining his card-counting operation, because, as he puts it, Ben’s ‘brain is like a goddamn Pentium chip’. There’s nothing illegal about the team’s system of hand waves, disguises and fake identities, and 21 sucks you in as a thriller about law-abiding undergrads gone down the rabbit hole, rather than a conventional coming-of-age movie that happens to be set at the tables. (A subplot finds Ben, whose age makes the title a pun, having a fling with hard-to-get team-mate Bosworth.)

More grating is the backstage intrigue involving Laurence Fishburne as a vengeful security agent; it’s here that 21 suggests less a real-life story than a cut-rate Ocean’s Fourteen. That vibe is crystallised the moment Spacey – who produced – hits the tables himself, dressed like an extra from Easy Rider. Next time, Kevin, just cash in.

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