She has a big surgery that he’s hoping his boss (Robert De Niro, who must owe back taxes or something) might help him with.
This time he plays Vaughn, a father with a terminally ill daughter that his meager boat casino salary can’t afford to support. Jeffrey Dean Morgan continues his sad streak of headlining movies that are unworthy of his talents. Paying any attention to it will just needlessly slow down that process. The movie is on a one-way trip to obscurity. You might even force yourself into thinking you like it for a while because you’re so fond of all the faces trotting across the screen. Somehow, the film got a remarkable cast, so the production values are glossy and the initial release is theatrical. This is a film so tediously lame and formulaic that it should grace only the very bottom of truck stop DVD bins. With a title as generic as ‘Heist’, you know you’re in for a rough watch (unless it’s David Mamet’s ‘Heist’, which sadly is not the case today).
