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21: A lesson on how to lose a bunch of money in a short amount of time because you think you’re smarter than you really are.

Faulk: Watching this movie, one could believe it’s easy to count cards in a game of Black Jack. So easy, in fact, that it would be worth a try with that handful of cash meant to pay for the baby’s formula. Or the PG&E bill. Or the gas bill.

Then reality hits home — I’m not that smart. Watching these savants as they count the cards, numbers flickering in their eyes like overzealous slot machines, I remember why I never applied to MIT, or Harvard Medical School. And why it was that I chose to be an English major. Numbers scare me.

But this movie on the other hand was a pleasant surprise. It was not something I looked forward to, and it was a flick I caught only because other movies I want to see more have yet to come out. But it was damn enjoyable, with great performances all around.

Come to think of it, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a bad movie with Keven Spacey. That guy rules.
Rating: XL

Durant: I got nothin’. You know why” Because I’m having to write about half of the stories you’re enjoying in this issue of Northern Lights. The ones with two paragraphs and a huge picture. Yeah, those are mine.
Because other than my handful of solid writers, no one else is picking anything up.

So if you think you can write and want an assignment for a NL story, let me know at northernlights@times-standard.com and we’ll start contract negotiations.