I picked up Jo Nesbo’s Jackpot without knowing much about it. I had assumed I was in for a smart, well written, serous crime thriller along the lines of The Killing or The Bridge. What I hadn’t been expecting was a Tarentino style shoot up in a porn shop opening the film. The sole survivor of the shootout is found by police under the body of an exotic dancer holding a shot gun.
It looks like a pretty open and shut case for the Police. That is until Oscar, the survivor with the shot gun begins to tell his story, and his story begins to check out.
We jump back in time and meet Oscar at work, in a Christmas Tree factory that uses ex-cons to make trees out of recycled materials. Three of these ex-cons persuade their boss Oscar to go in with them on a sure bet, betting on the football. The bet pays off and the guys are 1.7 million Kroner richer.
Of course, 1.7 million split four ways isn’t as nice as 1.7 million split three ways, or two ways.
Jackpot turns out to be a nice combination of Guy Ritchie meets Quentin Tarentino. The humour is back, the plot is twisted and the film moves along at a pleasing pace, ending on a twist that will force you to make up your own mind as to what is reality and what is fiction.
R16 Violence, offensive language and horror.
Reviewed by: Jonathan Read