Working from a screenplay by Adam Resnick, director Nora Ephron diverts from her usual domain of romantic comedy to skirt the perimeter of Scorsese territory with `Lucky Numbers,' a black comedy of errors starring John Travolta and Lisa Kudrow. Travolta is T.V. weatherman Russ Richards, something of a local celebrity in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where he also owns a snowmobile dealership. Kudrow is Crystal Latroy, who works for the same station as Richards, as the `Vanna White' of the state lottery show; she's the girl who pulls the ping-pong balls from the tube and calls out the winning numbers. In their world, everything is pretty much jake until the weather stays too good for too long; no snow means no snowmobile sales for Russ, and pretty quickly he's in it up to here, financially. With his back against the wall, the usually honest and upright Richards is coaxed into a plan that will put an end to his woes and worries. All he has to do is convince Crystal to help him rig the lottery, and they'll walk away with upward of six million dollars. And, as it usually goes with a plan for the perfect crime, it isn't long before Murphy's Law goes into effect, and things go south in a hurry. And life for Russ Richards, a guy with his own table at Denny's, just isn't what it used to be. But, like they say, when things look dark, it's probably only going to get darker... For Travolta, the character of Richards is somewhat different than any he's done before. To pull it off (which he does),he has to play down the charm and stifle his natural charisma, leaving Russ with just enough polish and ego to make him `local celebrity' believable. This is a good guy at heart, reasonably intelligent, but not exactly the brightest bulb in the overheads. And Travolta manages to put it all across admirably. He's not someone you'll easily relate to, but you've got to like this guy. He's kind of a, well, he's a goof-ball. Kudrow has a character in Crystal that is different for her as well; as the lotto girl, on the show she exhibits a somewhat dense persona; but Crystal is anything but. She's the sharp one of the bunch, externally charming when she needs to be, but tough as nails on the inside and ready to play hardball as soon as the opportunity presents itself. And Kudrow plays it all beautifully. Crystal is not someone you're readily going to embrace, but it's hard not to like her. Is it her fault there's more than a little larceny in her heart just waiting for the right circumstances to be unleashed? Ephron seems to enjoy taking these characters, who are just a shade darker than what she's used to, through their paces. It's a satirical walk on the wild side for her, and she manages to mine laughs in some of the darkest places along the way. But when you have characters with names like `Gig' (Tim Roth) and `Dale the Thug' (Michael Rapaport),you're going to get some chuckles no matter what, especially when one of them is wielding a baseball bat for all the wrong reasons. The supporting cast includes Ed O'Neill (Dick),Michael Moore (Walter),Michael Weston (Larry),and, in a small, but highly effective and hilarious role, Bill Pullman (Lakewood). This is a funny movie, though not uproariously so; things happen that you will laugh at in spite of yourself, while at other times there are moments that are genuinely side-splitting hilarious (one in particular, near the end, that involves an eighteen-wheeler). This may not be Ephron's crowning achievement cinematically, but nevertheless, `Lucky Numbers' is entertaining and good for some laughs. For Ephron, it's definitely the road less traveled; but in the end, it's a trip worth taking with her. I rate this one 7/10.

It's 1988 Harrisburg PA. Russ Richards (John Travolta) is a local TV celebrity weatherman and he's broke after opening a snowmobile dealership. His shady friend Gig (Tim Roth) suggests an insurance scam but it goes wrong and Russ gets further in trouble with hit-man Dale (Michael Rapaport). Gig's next scheme is to rig the state lottery with the help of his amoral girlfriend Crystal Latroy (Lisa Kudrow) who pulls the numbers on TV. They actually succeed at winning the jackpot and station manager Dick Simmons (Ed O'Neill) tries to blackmail them. Mayhem ensues and detectives Lakewood (Bill Pullman) and Chambers (Daryl Mitchell) are forced to investigate.

This isn't funny even as a black comedy. Nora Ephron just doesn't have the feel for this comedy sub-genre. She is better off sticking with her usual brand of humor. The plot is a rambling mess. The characters are more annoying than actually funny. It is simply not funny and very tiresome.

Both John Travolta and Lisa Kudrow are television personalities in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. He's a weather anchor. On the side, he runs a car dealership and he's stocked up on snowmobiles praying for a snowy winter from Gracious Providence, but not having anticipated the winter's warmth. She's the glitzy girl who pulls balls out of a machine to determine the state's winning lottery number. Neither is going anywhere.

With the aid of their friend, Tim Roth, who manages a strip bar and restaurant, they concoct a scheme to win the lottery by distracting the Security Guard and injecting certain balls with a liquid that makes them heavier than others.

Of course they can't present the winning ticket themselves. It might look funny. So they enlist the help of Kudrow's idiot cousin, Michael Moore, who dies of status asthmaticus at an awkward time. And, similarly, Tim Roth drags in some avaricious goons for some dirty work that later developments demand.

It's a promising story, by Adam Resnik, and director Nora Ephron picks up the ball and runs with it. As comedy, this is about as black as it gets. It's a black comedy with characters adhering to nothing but hypothetical imperatives. What do I get out of it? There's nothing morally wrong with murder except that it leads to the inconvenient presence of dead bodies that must then be accounted for and disposed of.

The dialog sparkles with cynical wit. Michael Moore is rapturous describing the joys of masturbation, while eying his cousin's breasts.

Travolta is surprisingly good as the phony pitchman for snowmobiles and weather. And Kudrow is delicate and pretty in a quirky way. There's something bird-like about her long neck and darting glances, something that reminds one of an emu.

Decent comedies rarely get the approval they deserve. Perhaps the comedy market is glutted with too much raunch that it not, in itself, funny. This one deserves applause.