Movie Review: 7 Days to Vegas

7 Days to Vegas is the very amusing new gambling film starring Vince Van Patten, known to all of you as the host of the World Poker Tour on television.  It's available in select theaters but can also be seen on V.O.D. (Amazon, iTunes, etc).  I watched it from the comfort of my home this past weekend and I have to say, the movie is a total delight. 

Vince is no stranger to acting, being the son of actor Dick Van Patten (of Eight is Enough fame) and having been a child star himself.  After he grew up, he became a professional tennis player and played (and beat) the great John McEnroe, among many others.  Since I have been a lifelong tennis fan, I do remember Vince from his tennis days.  Of course we all know him now for his poker commentary on the WPT.

Vince co-wrote the film and it is based on a true story.  I'm going to guess that the word "loosely" belongs in there before the word "based" but I have no direct knowledge of that.

Anyway, Vince plays Duke, who bears a remarkable resemblance to one Vince Van Patten.  Duke was a child actor, then a pro tennis player before he turned to hosting (and crushing) private poker games for his friends, including a lot of Hollywood types.  That's how he makes a living.  In fact he's so good at poker (and recruiting bad players with money to play in his game), he has to bury his winnings in the backyard.  The first part of the film lays all this out, and introduces us to all the colorful characters who populate his games.  Of course, they are all incurable degens, and that sets up the main story of the film.

These degens like to make prop bets, as degens do.  And we see a few of these ridiculous bets, which leads to the most ridiculous bet of all.  Duke manages to get swindled out of all his hard earned poker winnings and ends up broke and in debt.  He lucks into a $1MM inheritance and decides to risk it all to try to make a bigger killing.  So he bets the villain of the piece, an obnoxious big-time movie director named Sebastian, the $1MM against Sebastian's $5MM that he can walk to Las Vegas from Los Angeles in 7 days.

Yeah.  It's totally insane.  It sounds even more insane to me than some of you because I am so familiar with the trip from L.A. to Vegas, having done it dozens of times.  Of course I never walked it….because I'm not totally nuts. Also, because I have a bad back.  But mostly because of the not being totally nuts thing. Nevertheless, recognizing some of the landmarks and towns they travelled through (on foot) made it even a little bit more fun for me.

Well, they establish the ground rules and Duke starts to walk to Vegas—280 miles through the desert in seven days.  Apparently it is summer when he does this since they mention temperatures of 110-120 degrees.  Oh, and he has to wear a suit!  I do wish they had established what kind of footwear Duke was wearing.  Was he able to wear tennis shoes or did he have to wear the dress shoes that would be more appropriate for his suit?

All the degens from the poker game of course have action on whether Duke can make it.  So they all follow him in an RV, which Duke can use for regularly scheduled bathroom visits.  But Duke must sleep outside, not inside the RV.

Of course the journey takes all sorts of surprising—and very funny—twists and turns.  All the characters are funny and crazy, just the sort of folks you might encounter at a big poker game like this, or perhaps even in a more normal poker game in a casino.  Well, maybe not.  But if you follow the poker world (and of course you do if you read my blog), you know all about these kinds of degens and these type of crazy prop bets.  Hell I read about crazy prop bets (almost) like this one nearly every week.  Don't you?

The crazy, funny degens are what keep the movie so entertaining.  Vince and his co-writer have    created some great characters to keep the viewer fascinated.  Sebastian, the villain, is a wonderfully smarmy, vile creature.  Another character thinks he's a ventriloquist. Angry Jim is always, well, angry.  The role of Vince's bother is played by Vince's real-life brother, James.  For that matter, his real wife, actress Eileen Davidson, plays Duke's wife, though she has a relatively minor role.

Among the degens that show up during Duke's walk, all playing themselves, are Vince's poker pals Antonio Esfandiari, Phil Laak and of course Jennifer Tilly,  Great casting, as the two guys are two of the most notorious prop bettors around, and of course, how could you cast real poker players playing themselves in a movie and not ask Jennifer Tilly to join the fun, since she is an extremely talented actress as well as a bracelet-owning poker player.  I do wish the delightful Ms. Tilly had been given a little more to do because you can never get enough Jennifer Tilly.

I should warn you that although the first half of the movie introduces us to this big private poker game Duke runs, this is not a poker movie, per se.  There is not a single bit of poker strategy discussed, there are no hand histories depicted.  But you will definitely recognize bits and pieces of most of the players as poker playing types.  The setting of the underground poker game reminded me of the recent film, Molly's Game, but this movie has a much, much lighter touch than that.  It doesn't take itself anywhere near as seriously as Molly's Game did.

Which is great, because the movie is funny, entertaining, and mostly just plain fun.  I had a smile on my face pretty much the whole time I was watching.  I really think that anyone who likes this blog would enjoy it similarly.  It's just a really good time for 90 minutes.  I heartily recommend to all my blog readers.

One final note.  I said at the outset that this is a gambling movie.  Well it is, but as it turns out, there's really another genre that this movie belongs to even more.  However, if I told what that genre is, it would spoil it for you, so I won't tell you.  You can find out for yourself.  Enjoy!

Congrats to Vince Van Patten for a fun, fine movie.  So, Vince….do you think you could still beat McEnroe?  How about Antonio?

A Lesson in Patience

This is one of my most recent sessions out in Ventura.  For the longest time it seemed like the most interesting hand of the day was the very first one, a hand that didn't involve me.

I had been waiting for a good 15 minutes when they opened a new table of 2/3.  It was a full table as we began. I was UTG for that first hand, and I folded some garbage.  The player on my immediate left raised to $45.

Well now.  The very first hand of the game and he opens to $45?  That is not a normal opening raise for this game, I assure you.  Even the most aggro of aggros never opens for more than $25.  Standard is anything from $10-$15.  But $18-$20 is not unheard of.  I've never seen a raise this big before.  Had I finally found the maniac of all maniacs in Ventura?  Now in Vegas, I've sometimes seem outrageous opening raises, particularly from a new player playing his first hand.  Sometimes an open shove.  But it's Vegas, sometimes people go crazy.  Although the overall action can be a lot looser in CA than Vegas, you just don't see that kind of opening raise in a 2/3 game.

To my surprise, he actually got a call from one of the older players at the table.  It was a heads up, and the flop was 5-4-4, two diamonds.  The preflop raiser announced all-in.  He had started with $300, the maximum, so he was betting $255 into a pot of ~$85.  The other guy tanked for quite a bit, he too had bought in for the $300 max.  Finally he let it go.  The aggro didn't show, and he refused to answer the question of what he had, which was asked by a couple of other players.  So they speculated.  One said Aces, another said Jacks.  My first thought was Jacks.  I think you see more crazy opening bets with Jacks than any other hand.  Of course, he might have had anything and was just trying to establish a certain image.  Who knows?

I will say this guy proved to be an aggro, but he never opened another pot like that, never made a ridiculous opening bet again.  He was always on the large side when he did raise, but within reason. And he was capable of limping. He did straddle under-the-gun every chance he could, to my annoyance.  As such, until he finally moved to a bigger game midway through my session, I never got a free big blind hand to play.

I know I say this a lot, but man was I card dead.  I mean extremely card dead.  When I finally got my first pocket pair, I actually wrote down the time of it, it had been that long.  It was about 90 minutes into my session.  BTW, it was pocket 6's and I folded them on a missed flop.

Through the first 95% of my time at that table, I had won exactly two pots.  They were both small blind hands.  When the small blind is $2 and the big blind is $3, my range of hands to complete is fairly wide.  I couldn't get a big blind hand to play without calling at least an extra $3 due to my neighbor straddling, but I could play the small blind hands for a buck.  My aggro neighbor, for whatever reason, rarely raised from the big blind.

So early on, I completed with Jack-7 of clubs.  It was four-way.  The flop was Ace-King-Queen, one club.  I checked and called $8 and it was heads up.  The turn was an offsuit 10, giving me Broadway.  This time I led out for $15 and he called.  The river was a brick and I bet $30 but didn't get a call.

Later I completed with Ace-Jack off, again it was four-way.  The flop was Ace-10-9, two clubs and I led out for $10.  I got two callers.  The turn was a blank and I bet $20 and it was now heads up.  The river was a third club so I checked.  He checked behind and he had Ace-6 and I took it down.

And that was it.  In fact, as I was so card dead, those two little pots were enough to keep me in the black for almost the entire session.  I think I maybe voluntarily put money into play one time and never raised preflop.  Never saw any other pair, never saw Ace-King, Ace-Queen, King-Queen or any suited Ace.  It was pathetic.

The table was starting to thin out and I figured if the table didn't break before then, I'd play two more orbits and call it a day.  It looked like I might get away with $5-$10 loss, which considering how bad my cards were was going to be a pretty decent result.  If I hadn't demonstrated any great skill at the game, I had at least exhibited great patience, refusing to start playing inferior opening hands out of sheer boredom.

And then, under-the-gun, I looked down at two Queens.  I opened to $15.  Now, considering this was the first time I'd raised all day, and in fact was like the second or at best third time I'd actually put any money in pot when I didn't have to, I assumed I'd probably just take it down there without a fight.  I mean, the aggro on my left was long gone, and the action had kind of slowed down considerably as the last few players who had left had not been replaced.

Well, I was off a bit. I only got four callers.  The flop was Jack-9-8, rainbow.  Kind of a scary board, but with my overpair I had to bet.  I put out $50.  The first to act took a long time to consider it, but folded.  Everyone else folded rather quickly.

The very next hand, in the big blind, I was dealt Queen-2 off.  No one raised and about 3-4 of us saw an Ace high flop, plus two lowish cards.  No one bet.  The turn was a Queen.  I bet $5 and got a call.  The river was a deuce and I bet $10, he called and showed Queen-9.  Nice river.

Two hands later, on the button, I looked down at Ace-Queen.  I called an $8 raise, it was three-way.  The flop was Ace-high and I called $12. The turn was a King and I called $20, still three-way. The river was a Queen, which now made a straight possible.  So when the guy who had been betting checked, I checked behind.  Turns out he had King-something and the other guy didn't show.  It was my third pot in four hands.

I reverted back to card-deadedness after that for the rest of the orbit.  By the time the big blind was about to come to me, we were so short-handed that I didn't hesitate to pick up and call it a day.  I had gone from a few bucks down to plus $180 in a manner of minutes, and in so doing, demonstrated the virtue of patience.

The Dreaded Value Bet

This was a Saturday afternoon session at Venetian in July.  I usually play a tournament on Saturdays in Vegas, but I felt my options were limited.  The great Binion's tournament I loved to play is long gone.  And the last few times I'd played the Saturday tournament at Aria, the number of players was disappointing.  Plus that tournament now starts at 11am.  I figured this close to the end of the WSOP, having seen how dead all the rooms I'd played in were that week, there was no chance for a decent turnout at the Aria.  So I played cash instead.  Note:  It turned out that they got a pretty decent turnout at Aria with a nice prize pool and I probably should have played over there.

But if I had, I wouldn't have this story to tell you of how I conquered my fear of the pocket Kings.  At least this one time anyway.

The Venetian still had the high hand promo going that I discussed here.  The danger of that promo is that games can get too nitty as players want to see lots of flops hoping to score a high hand.  You can find yourself at a table where four or five players are seeing every flop, a preflop raise is rare, and even the early streets are played without a lot of action as somebody with a draw to a potential high hand is trying to avoid ending the hand prematurely.  Of course, there are ways to exploit players like that.  And this table had a player trying to take advantage of the nits.  Let's call this guy Dallas.  Dallas rarely limped into a pot and when he did raise, he raised big, bigger than most anyone else at the table. He was definitely an aggro. There were actually a few other players at the table who liked to mix it up so this table was definitely atypical for the high hand promo game.

BTW, I'm not calling this guy Dallas because he was from Texas.  I believe he was from somewhere in the Midwest.  But he had moved to Vegas a few years ago.

I called $10 from late position with Ace-2 of clubs (it was sooooooted).  The flop was Ace-King-Queen.  I called $15 from the preflop raiser and we were heads up.  The turn was a blank and we both checked.  The river was another blank, this time she bet $15.  I wondered if she even had an Ace.  For $15 I decided to look her up.  It was a good call, she had King-Jack and I took it down.

I limped in with Jack-10 of diamonds and waited for Dallas's inevitable raise.  He did raise, but I didn't note how much his raise was.  But it couldn't have been too much because I called.  It turned out we were heads up.  The flop came Jack-10-5, but it was all spades.  Dallas bet around $20, maybe $25, and I called.  The last two cards were both blanks and he checked both times, I did likewise.  I showed my hand and he mucked without showing.  Probably missed a value bet there but all those spades were disconcerting.

Then I limped in with pocket deuces and called Dallas's raise to $17.  There were at least two other callers.  And I was feeling like Dallas would be more likely to pay me off if I hit my set than most players would be.  Well, I didn't hit my set, but I did pick up a nice draw.  The flop was 5-4-3, rainbow.  He bet something like $25 (maybe a little more) and I called.  An Ace hit the turn giving me the wheel.  This time I led out for $40.  He called.  The river was another 4 and though that was a bit scary, I really doubted that could have filled him up.  So I put out $70, but he quickly mucked.

I had been down well over $100 (from a $300 buy-in in this 1/3 game) but those two hands had me close to even, tho still down a bit.  I was actually thinking of stopping and heading for dinner.  So of course I looked down at the dreaded pocket Kings, always a sure way to kill my appetite.  After one limper, I made it $15, and Dallas and the limper both called.

The flop was 10-9-9, rainbow. It checked to me, and I bet $35. Dallas called, the other player folded.  The turn was a blank, a low card.  Now with unimproved pocket Kings, it's tough for me mentally to bet the turn.  Especially against an aggro who could easily raise.  A lot of times I would just check there.  But I forced myself to bet.  I put out $60.  Dallas called, without much of a thought.

The river was a 9.  That wasn't the way I wanted to get a boat.  Now I have to admit, my first thought was to check.  That's what I'd usually do.  Trying to value bet the river with the dreaded hand isn't easy for me.  True, I had a boat, but whenever you see three of a kind on the board you have to wonder…..could the other guy have quads?

So I almost checked.  After all, what could he have that I'm beating that he'd call with?  If he had a big pocket pair he might have three-bet preflop.  He certainly didn't have Aces, I was sure of that.  But if he had a medium or low pocket pair would he call?  Seemed unlikely.  And if he flopped a straight draw, he missed and would certainly not call. 

But I figured, there's just no way he has quads.  If he flopped trips, he would have raised before then.  I couldn’t see how I could be beat.  So I went ahead and bet.  I put out $70, thinking there was no way he was going to call. I did it mostly for practice.

He tanked, and then finally called, very reluctantly.  Unless he was really Hollywooding, I was good.  He mucked when he saw my Kings.  He said something lke, "I had a sucker hand.  I had to call."  I assume that meant he had a fairly big pocket pair, It's possible I suppose that he even had Queens and didn't three bet preflop because I'd played so tight.  Who knows?

All I know is that I was now in the black.  I was able to cash out up $140, which was very nice.  I guess a good chunk of my profit came from my successful value bet on the river.  I guess I need to do that more often.