LAST EDITED ON 06-15-04 AT 04:48 PM (EST)

First, I have a gambling problem. Second, I to have almost slept with a transsexual--a surprise like that will easily liberate you from binge drinking (picking up women these days you don’t need your wits impaired--look they can remove Adam-apples). And three, I was a croupier for three years. So, I believe I can give a professionally review of this show.

This show was the most stage piece of craps (like the table. Ha!) I have ever seen. This is not reality; this is a restaged event with time-laps and continuity problems.

I won’t comment on the casting of the frat pack or the one note plot of the singer. I will comment on the rich, high profile animated card-counter. Here’s my educated deliberation. A guy can’t sit down at ##### table and get a count going even if the deck is looking at +13, your going to need someone spotting the deck to tip you and I didn’t see anybody in security looking for that. Card counter these days is commonplace it‘s almost badge of honour for a Casino to caught you counting, and we are talking about math teachers and M.I.T. students here, but drama the owners where almost busting a nut over this one sexually frustrated “professionally” gambler. Don’t they have pit bosses? Who in the hell would have a camera crew follow them around if they where trying to do some serious gambling? And don’t even get me started on splitting nines.

Was it entertaining? It could have been. Take a camera follow some high-class call girl around for a day. Hold auditions for a new adult sex show. Film someone losing a ##### load of money. Show some old security taps of card cheating. And this show never had enough sluty Las Vegas women, more sluty Vegas women corrupting young men who knew that he should have stay away from the Caribbean Stud and never have trusted that beautiful women with the big hairy hands who bought me I mean him a drink...