One of the editors, Alan Baumgarten, worked on David O. Russell’s “ American Hustle ,” a movie that, like “Molly’s Game,” owes a large debt to Martin Scorsese’s native-son crime stories, including “Casino.”
Like 21 and Casino and other gambling biopics, Molly's Game grants you entrance into a glamorous milieu of riches and risk that would never accept you in real life.
What you don’t get here, however, is ironic distance of the sort that Scorsese (along with many imitators) employs in The Wolf of Wall Street, Casino, and elsewhere.
A fascinating rags-to-riches, fall-from-grace narrative, in the vein of Casino (1995), becomes an overstuffed and convoluted spider’s web in need of an edit.
Echoes to Scorsese are aplenty, especially Goodfellas and the criminally underloved Casino, but Sorkin’s script doesn’t have the same tenacity or operatic scope of those films, borrowing the kinetic style and voice overs but lacking the inspired attention to detail and deft, Catholic sensibility about the moral quandaries at play.
The story is a fall of the empire narrative; rags to riches then back to rags — and is broadly reminiscent of Casino or Boogie Nights.