How blandly by-the-numbers is “Runner Runner,” the offshore gambling thriller starring Justin Timberlake and a big, bad Ben Affleck? When it’s time for the hot sex scene between Timberlake’s ambitious Richie Furst and Rebecca (Gemma Arterton), his boss’s luscious second-in-command, the encounter is as charmless and chemistry-free as the wooden banter that has led up to it. I’ve had dentist’s appointments that were sexier.
“Everyone gambles,” says Richie, and that would have to include the cast of “Runner Runner” and director Brad Furman (“The Lincoln Lawyer”), who put their money on a dud script and lose. When the film opens, Richie is at Princeton getting his masters in finance after washing out of post-meltdown Wall Street, but his real action is working as an “affiliate” for an online gambling site, helping professors and fellow students lose their shirts.