I wouldn't say I went into this with high expectations, but I knew we were in trouble when President William J. Clinton was signing a treaty side-by-side with a mechanized Mr. Peanut with zero humor in the first seven minutes.
This is the kind of movie that breaks my critic brain because I don't know how to review something so misguided at its core. Tonally wild, choppy pacing—I am down for a mindless joyride, but where was the joy? Not…
Time will tell if this will rank among Soderbergh’s most-loved works, though that’s a high bar. That’s not a complaint, just an observation—I’ll never complain about solid work in a prolific career, and busy people always interest me more than those who keep us waiting for their return. He's made it clear he wants to keep trying new tricks, and he’s no stranger to promoting multiple projects at a time. Using your power to do what you want isn’t the…
Makes me want to call up my boyfriend who moved away the summer after 7th grade and the guy I never dated in college who studied abroad and then transferred and that boy I met at a party a few years ago who said he was moving next week to sail boats in Delaware and then be disappointed none of them are as I remember or imagined who they would become.
