I think we can all agree that Vince deserves eethir a great blowjob or to have his dick bitten off for writing this review. Either way, he's earned putting his dick in somebody's mouth.To underscore even more how this sounds like another cut-and-paste project genetically engineered to make a shitload of money because its so much like a bunch of other neat things people liked but not quite so close to be a total ripoff your semi-interesting wrinkle (that's a weird thing to write) is a scene straight outta The Running Man (the work of literature not the Paul Michael Glaser film). The room may not have been swanky, I don't remember, but he definitely gets to spend his last day before beginning the game in a room with whatever he wants brought to him. He's offered a fancy prostitute but turns her down, opting instead for a steak dinner, two bottles of whiskey and a book. His wife is also a hooker because they're so poor, hence his turning down a lay before facing likely death. He just fucking hates hookers. No shaky cam can hide that level of shame.