It still seems like there should be more tension in Two for the Money than simply watching grown men bite their lips as they watch pro games on TV monitors.

It really works as a study of gambling.

Critics are likely to interpret Pacino's work as intentional self-parody, because he's smart enough to know that he's played this kind of unhinged father figure too many times

Two for the Money runs hot and cold. While I did appreciate some elements of the film, it couldn't overcome a dreadful final act that sinks an otherwise amiable film.