An ultra-minor Vegas romp with major league casting, “Luckytown” is quickly out of the chips. In exceptionally dull ways, pic sounds echoes of “True Romance” and other young-lovers-on-the-run thrillers as well as Vegas insider dramas such as “Hard Eight” with a thug at every turn in the casino rooms. Haphazard tone veering from black comic to ultra-cliched noir is reflected in title, a single word in marketing but appearing onscreen at Hollywood Film Fest as “Luckytown Blues.” Though project reps poor career choices by young stars Kirsten Dunst and Vincent Kartheiser, it will soon be safely on the shelf for good.
Receiving an 18th birthday gift in the form of a check from long-absent gambler dad Charlie (James Caan), Lidda (Dunst) hightails it on road from Tulsa to Vegas to find dad and presumably give him thanks. In early sign of trite plotting, store clerk Colonel (Kartheiser) ends up riding with Lidda, and just so happens to be a card shark himself. Strip club owner Tony (Robert Miano) falls into a rage when he loses a game to Charlie, whose bad karma draws Lidda into hokey, bloody meller ending.