(2001)1.5Buzz McClainThe film opens with a swirling scene that pits sweet Lidda, played with infuriatingly amateurish technique by Kirsten Dunst, against her trailer-trash mother, a blowzy woman straight from the Blanche DuBois school of acting, and -- wait, can it be? -- is that Theresa Russell in an ill-advised cameo? It is, and Russell's not the only one who shouldn't be here: How on earth were James Caan, amid a resurgence in his career, Luis Guzman, following his major-minor role in Traffic, and Dunst, an unlikely enough star on the rise, lured into this hash of a fable? There seem to be two movies here. One, the Vegas mob scenario, has some suspense and manages revenge-oriented thrills despite its predictability; the other, Lidda's long trek across the West to see her father, saddles Dunst with the vapidly inept Vincent Kartheiser and is painfully ludicrous, turning on a number of improbable coincidences. Together they add up to an uncomfortable feature where everyone's luck, including the viewer's, has run out.