Somewhere in this contrived morass of stereotypes and shoddy film making is a story with some entertainment value. Good hearted street chick meets boy gambler and they hit the road for Vegas where she meets up with her long lost dad, falls in love with her traveling companion, and both learn some lessons in life. Unfortunately, this junk flick is a laughable miscarriage with the sundry heavies more fleshed out than the protagonists. Personally, I ended up liking the hitman who refused to kill anyone on Valentine's Day more than the hero and felt more compassion for the slutty stripper than the heroine. Don't waste you time with this mess of a movie which I'm sure Dunst and Caan are trying to forget.
