Lena Kristin Ellingsen
Now we have Jackpot, adapted by Magnus Martens from an original story by Nesbø, whose influence looms over the material about as conspicuously as his bankable name does across the film's marketing. Nesbø's style is already quite reminiscent of another popular Scandinavian crime author's, and comparisons between Jackpot and the exploits of a certain dragon-tattooed hacker are perhaps inevitable. To that end, the film proves more or less predictably on-trend: From spasms of brutal violence to wildly improbable machinations of plot, Jackpot largely remains within the post-Larsson comfort zone.
What tends to set Nesbø's work apart, as Headhunters proved, is his penchant for making a punch line of every gored torso and decapitated head; true to form, Jackpot's most distinctive feature is its almost perversely dark humor. Certainly a lot of blood is spilled in the name of laughs. There's only one problem with its broad attempts at grotesque comedy: Jackpot simply isn't funny.