Review spoiler: I laughed a lot more at this movie than the previous one. While not a laugh riot Saint John of Las Vegas is a pretty solid movie about a man and his luck. John (Steve Buscemi) is a gambler but not particularly a lucky one, and when you live in Las Vegas that’s not a good combination. One day he gets in his car and leaves, driving until his runs out of gas in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He makes a decent life for himself, a house in a gated community and a nice steady job as an auto insurance claim processor. His gambling has been reduced to scratch-off tickets and the instant lottery, neither he has any real luck with.
John decides it’s time to ask for a raise and goes to ask his boss, Mr. Townsend (Peter Dinklage). Instead of a raise he gets reassigned to a new position, fraud investigator, with a chance for advancement. He is assigned to work under the surly and sometimes downright hostile Virgil (Romany Malco) on a suspected fraud case in of course, Las Vegas.
This movie is an interesting combination of the odd and the lovable. All characters are a bit strange from Tasty D Lite (Emmanuelle Chriqui) the now wheelchair bound stripper who filed the insurance claim, to Smitty (John Cho) the part-time tow truck diver and part-time sideshow act. Sarah Silverman is cute and not annoying as John’s smiley face obsessed co-worker Jill. And you can’t help but root for John’s luck to change. There are a few plot twists, one odd reoccurring dream, and a pretty sweet ending.