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The Vortex review
A woman triggers a series of bizarre occurrences when she arrives at a Las Vegas casino.

Review by Benjamin Poole

Directed by: Richard Zelniker

Starring: Billy Gardell, Emily Alabi, Jaina Lee Ortiz, Christopher Titus, Yolanda Snowball, Mary Scheer

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Anchoring the lachrymose intimacy of its chamber drama with crucial urgency, Richard Zelniker's (writing duties shared with Steven Barr) impressive indie opens with an indexical statement grimly informing of how on November the 21st 1980, a fire "ripped" through the MGM Grand to kill 87 and injure 700. And here's a few more jackpot fact bombs: 116,523 people visit Las Vegas each day, spending $200 million in a city where the house always wins. By way of its punter protagonist,  The Vortex is a study of this phenomena in microcosm. We open on Pete (Billy Gardell, superb in this ruthless character piece), a stand-up at the end of his turn. From this weathered pro, the set is everything you'd want it to be, with jokes about guys and their wives told to a crowd of "folks" sat around ivory clothed tables. You know, real classy (aided by Asdru Sierra's bassy jazz compositions, the film is suffused with a delicious nostalgia for a bygone Vegas). Pete signs off with a joke about gambling, the subsequent laughter cheerfully acknowledging the dangers of the very activity which most have arrived at the city to enjoy. "Good luck on those tables, folks," he well wishes.

The Vortex review

He'd know, too. Pete’s post-show debrief with his manager fixates on the running bets he has, and, backstage, accompanied by that ominous, cajoling score, Pete accesses his answer phone to receive message after message advising him that he's behind on car insurance, car payments, even his telephone bill. We're seven hours before the fateful fire but it seems as if time is already running out for our man...


The psychology of gambling fascinates, a concrete exemplar of magical thinking: we know the chances of winning are slim, but, motivated by greed or desperation, we rationalise that we might still beat the odds, that we're special, that it could be us. After all, as a character in The Vortex hopes, "every dog has his day." However, Pete is on the edge and far beyond the glib armchair psychology of above: he gambles because he is addicted, deep in the Vegas vortex of the title. A true native, his actions are as snappy as the rimshots which punctuate the soundtrack, his mien the empty caffeinated urge of the strip.

The Vortex review

Filmed in a continuous shot (with the occasional graceful edit), as Pete plays a particular backroom slot machine Justin Richards' unflinching camera captures the habitual reflex of gambling: a coin-slot-press-roll-repeat rhythm, the reiteration of which constructs the activity as compulsive, near to hypnotic. This next quarter could be the one to win: Pete is so close! Initially kept company by just a unicorn charm (another symbol of wishful thinking) and his own voice bargaining with the machine ("come on girls"), as the night drains and Pete's coins dwindle, characters weave in and out of the back room and interact with the increasingly worn stand-up, dispensing late night wisdom or half-hearted threats concerning ongoing debts. This last aspect is perhaps the most winning feature of The Vortex - unlike most representations of Vegas (to wit, The Last Showgirl, perhaps the worst film I have watched voluntarily this year),  Barr and Zelniker don't reductively imbue their characters with facile cruelty, and instead a kindness typifies the plot. "If only you were an asshole, Pete," a mob heavy regrets as he informs our blue suited, coin grubbed gambler of the damage he is due...

The Vortex review

Even though it seems as if Pete is well on his way to Palookaville, there is nothing cheap about how Zelniker and Barr build their world, which blends human drama and rich metaphor. Stand-up comedy is itself concurrent with gambling, a hazard undertaken every night to indefinite outcomes; risk-taking a character trait which the film suggests, by way of a schoolboy tale involving quick thinking and patter in a writing class, is inherent to Pete. It is as if this destiny was in his cards all along. Each character is likewise a resigned component within the fiscally inclined ecosystem of Vegas, and there is joy in how Zelniker presents the archetypes, giving us chewy dialogue such as "he was a shoe guy for Wayne Newton" and proposing real heart amongst the desperation. Narrative threads develop via the wife of a friend whom Pete is clearly in love with, and a cleaner, who, like Pete's unicorn, has charms in the form of glowing jewels which she places about the slot machines, along with her own idiosyncratic, perhaps supernatural beliefs. It is this last character, mercurially played by Emily Alabi, who ups the ante and facilitates The Vortex's cathartic ending (her Paiute ethnicity invites further subtextual suggestions, too). Apparently, the intrinsic pleasure which gambling provides is not necessarily found in the win, but in the thrilling process: the roll of the dice, the flick of the card, the spin of the slots. It's a maxim which holds true to The Vortex, where the pot is sweetened by the character development of Pete and Gardell's endlessly watchable performance. In a final chisel of the film's Vegas dialect, The Vortex is a lock.

The Vortex is on US VOD now. A UK/ROI release has yet to be announced.

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