Film Reviews

Straight man

Toward the end of his published journal on the making of the watershed indie film sex, lies, and videotape -- his 1989 million-dollar feature debut that jump-started the independent-film-is-hip craze, put the Sundance Film Festival on the map, upset Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing for the top award at Cannes, and went on to capture the American psyche and almost 25 million dollars during its theatrical run -- director Steven Soderbergh worries more than once that he's coming across as too serious in his interviews. In this one, occurring some 10 years later -- during which time Soderbergh has made a handful of entertaining films with plenty of deadpan funny moments -- it doesn't seem an issue, at least while it's going on. This conversation, much like Soderbergh's films, jumps around, but it's full of interesting, insightful, and funny revelations about everything from French New Wave cinema to how irked he was when Rocky won the Best Picture Academy Award over All the President's Men ("I knew right then it was all over"). But once the whole thing is transcribed onto a printed page, he just comes across so...serious.

It's because Soderbergh, like many of his films, can't really be taken straight-on. You need to know the context and the character. He seems simple and straightforward, but he surprises with unexpected flair and wry, almost sublime wit, as though he's thoroughly tickling himself and hasn't bothered to make sure everyone else is in tune. George Clooney, Soderbergh's leading man in last year's underseen but sparkling cops-and-robbers-in-love caper flick Out of Sight, has said of him, "Steven has a dry sense of humor. He's evil is what he is. And often as you can do a movie with guys like that, do it."

Clooney's next chance may be with Leatherheads, a romantic comedy set against the beginnings of professional football that was green-lighted back when Out of Sight had blockbuster buzz -- meaning, just before it just plain busted. The project isn't on Soderbergh's short list, but he says the two men "keep hatching these plans -- we're still circling it," as though he and Clooney are vultures trying to make the most of their carrion.

"We both need more...momentum, more than we had behind us on the heels of Out of Sight," he says. "Its commercial performance didn't give us the last nudge we needed to push it through. But we just talked about this the other week. He's got Three Kings, and he just finished the Coen Brothers movie [O Brother, Where Art Thou?], which will be in Cannes next year and by all accounts is going to be hilarious. And now I've got..." Long pause. "...The Limey, which will probably solidify my standing as a cult failure." During his halt you can almost see him smile through the phone, though the tone seems to dip toward melancholy.

Soderbergh is referring to his new film The Limey, which feels so akin to Out of Sight, it's almost like a low-budget, indie-spirited do-over. Both films revitalize crime genre motifs by using stylistic flourishes, narrative gymnastics, and memorable characters that can be as likeable, as endearing, as they are hard-boiled. And, maybe, it's a reminder that the roots of both these works can be traced back to Soderbergh's underappreciated, low-budget shot-in-Austin indie film, The Underneath, a 1995 stylistic neo-noir that disappointed only those who went into it expecting something approximating Burt Lancaster's teeth-gnashing in the original.

"I've made three crime films, but it's not a genre I really feel any affinity for," Soderbergh says. If he's aware of the irony that some critics might say the same thing, he's not letting on. "I guess it's an easy genre to inject with your own preoccupations. Usually, you have a spine that's pretty solid, pretty easy for people to grasp. The conflicts are really clear, and that gives you freedom to sort of mess around a little bit."

And mess around he does in The Limey. Once again, Soderbergh uses flashbacks, flashforwards, and flashwaybacks, cutting back and forth between scenes that appear to be taking place at the same time. It was an effect he used in Out of Sight, The Underneath, and, to a much lesser but still crucial effect, in sex, lies, and videotape. It's as though he's skipping around the time line, turning yesterdays into tomorrows and tomorrows into right now. Soderbergh also mixes film stock and, in The Limey's most flashy gimmick (at least in a really film-geeky way), uses footage of star Terence Stamp culled from a minor role he played in Ken Loach's 1967 film Poor Cow. The result is a film that is essentially a straightforward boiler-room plot you've seen a million times -- an ex-con hunts down the bad guys who killed his daughter -- turned inside out and upside down, giving the characters a resonance and the story some themes that transcend the genre.

KEEP THE DALLAS OBSERVER FREE... Since we started the Dallas Observer, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Dallas, and we'd like to keep it that way. With local media under siege, it's more important than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" program, allowing us to keep offering readers access to our incisive coverage of local news, food and culture with no paywalls.
Scott Kelton Jones

Latest Stories