High Rollers

This is a highschool production, right? RIGHT!? I've seen toddlers in Christmas plays act better and I've seen homeless hobos write better and I've seen dogs direct better. Don't waste your finite, limited and priceless time watching this 'movie'.

Seriously Hollywood must stop funding these F movies for Failed Hollywood stars attempting "comebacks' that will never ever under any circumstances happen because oh I don't know there's a reason they failed. In this case lack of talent, too much interest in a CIA funded 'religion' (scientology) and a complete lack of common sense (of whoever thought funding this 'movie' as a producer was a sensible use of however much this thing cost.)

This is by far the best thing Travolta has come out with since he did "The Boy In A Plastic Bubble." This star has proved he has a great future ahead, and his co-stars in the movie only elevate the story to another level!. The effects, the storyline, the actors were all spot on - can't wait for the next instalment in this series of Cash Out and High Rollers - I'm sure it will surpass even these two! Sorry to see the end credits note on producer Sean Stone, he will truly be missed and had definitely shone brightly in the world of Hollywood movies. This could be similar to the "Oceans" series, maybe Travolta could even bring favorites like Pitt and Clooney onboard to spice up the genre? Who knows? Kudos to all who came together to make this a great movie - keep them coming!

A return to his late 80s/early 90s pre-Pulp Fiction form, that is! This movie is the definition of "Straight to video" B movies that used to exist before the age of internet. Predictable, yet nonsensical script, phone-it-in acting, and entirely undeserving of your attention unless you are actively seeking out this sort of trash. It trudges through cliché after cliché, offering nothing fresh or entertaining. Even John Travolta's once-commanding presence can't salvage this disjointed mess from the bargain bin of cinematic misfires. It's little more than a forgettable footnote in Travolta's filmography, so feel free to skip.

High Rollers falls apart on nearly every level. The plot is incoherent, riddled with logic gaps, and full of characters who behave in ways that make no sense. Dialogue is stiff and unnatural, leaving emotional moments feeling forced or laughable.

Visually, the film is uninspired. The camera work is flat, the pacing drags, and the editing feels clumsy - scenes either overstay their welcome or end abruptly. Add to that a mismatched, overbearing soundtrack and awkward sound design, and the result is a movie that never finds its rhythm.

But perhaps the biggest letdown? John Travolta. I had hoped to remember him for his legendary role in Pulp Fiction, not for this hollow performance in High Rollers. Watching him stumble through this mess is disheartening - like seeing a former champion trip over his shoelaces in the first round.

Honestly, after sitting through this film, I'm pretty sure I'll be having nightmares - not from the plot, but from how excruciatingly bad it all was.

Final verdict: High Rollers is a painful watch. Unless you're a glutton for cinematic punishment, avoid it. Your time - and your memory of John Travolta - deserves better.

High Rollers is a sequel to Cash Out. Director Randall Emmett probably shot both movies back to back even though there is one significant cast change.

Master thief Mason Goddard (John Travolta) finds out his girlfriend Amelia (Gina Gershon) has been kidnapped by criminal warlord Salazar (Danny Pardo.)

In order to get her back, Mason and his crew has pull a heist on a casino. Although There is no guarantee that Salazar would keep his side of the deal.

As well as planning a daring robbery, Mason needs to deal with the FBI who are tracking him as well.

High Rollers is a straight to streaming view. Low budget but it looks glossy. It has a patchy story, horribly cliched. Travolta gives a committed performance, like an actor who is doing this hoping a better movie is offered to him next.