Prison escapee heading for Las Vegas is given a ride by Johnny Destiny, a mystery man and walking fortune cookie. Destiny may be playing havoc with the crook's life, for nothing goes right once he hits town: the money he robbed three years ago is missing and his girl Lucille is now a lounge singer involved with a mobster. Sort of a surreal, would-be noir filmed in blazing colors, written by the team of Robert Ramsey and Matthew Stone--who don't seem to know anything about Vegas (the film is an outsider's fantasy-version of Las Vegas). Overacted by the cast, although Quentin Tarantino retains his wily charm and charisma as Johnny (one misses the crackling dialogue typically found in his screenplays, however). Jack Baran attempts a certain style in his direction, but this whole stew seems left over from the 1980s. * from ****