KidPoker

There's something about Daniel Negreanu that has always bothered me. Maybe it's the sheer self-satisfaction that seeps out of his every pore. Or maybe it's the way people interpret his often very basic reads as some kind of magical telepathy. Regardless, this film did nothing to make me warm to him. It plays out as a self-promotion video and just makes me like him even less. If you want a decent poker documentary, Nosebleed is by far the best one out there.