Fitzy, a Florida retiree, dislikes his daughter Elizabeth's fiancé and has three days to get to Vegas to convince her not to marry. He enlists the help of his three aged golf buddies - Dominic, Marvin, and Joe. Elizabeth's ex, a slacker named Billy whom Fitzy really likes, organizes the trip on a chartered bus. After revelry in South Beach, they set off, stopping in New Orleans at the mansion of Marvin's rap-star nephew, the Flow. En route, they fire their gay drivers who start their own crime spree, so the police are mistakenly looking for Fitzy and his "gang." Dad, golf buddies, the Flow and his entourage, the engaged couple and her ex, and the cops are headed for the chapel. Written by
The Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada was the "home base" for production. See more »
At about 20 minutes into it they are cruising through Miami, as they are hanging out the door of the bus a girl with a red bikini top, white shorts and blue socks is roller-blading past in the opposite direction, when the camera changes she is right beside the bus suddenly going in the same direction. See more »
If you have beloved actors, Peter Falk, Rip Torn, George Segal, and Bill Cobbs, you don't need Billy Burke, Coolio, or any other distractions. Massive talent is totally wasted in "Three Days to Vegas", with the blame falling squarely on the script. My neighbor's vacation films are about as interesting as this misguided road movie. If you want to see how to utilize a veteran cast with a good script, check out "The Crew". There really are no redeeming factors here, and watching these wonderful actors struggling with such weak material is a crime. I wanted to like it, but the shallow script cheats the audience, by essentially giving the actors nothing to work with. - MERK
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