Steven Soderbergh, Journeyman Extraordinaire

Erin Brockovich

viewed September 23, 2000 on VHS   Full Details

The Limey

viewed September 22, 2000 on VHS  Full Details

A little more than a decade ago, Steven Soderbergh broke into the American film scene with Sex, Lies and Videotape, a movie that helped to define the term "independent film." With a script that threw caution and convention to the wind, he attacked themes of sex, media and the middle class with relish. The film helped but the Sundance Film Festival -- and indie filmmaking by extension -- on the map, and put Soderbergh on the map as a fresh young filmmaker of limitless potential.

Soderbergh spent the next seven years effectively taking himself off the map. First was Kafka with Jeremy Irons, which met modest critical praise and almost no audience. Soderbergh then took the semi-autobiographical route with the childhood story King of the Hill -- anyone heard of it? He then passed a few years dabbling in TV and a couple of other film projects of no renown. Finally, in 1998, nearly a decade after his initial success, he hit paydirt with Out of Sight, a critical and cult hit that had many people putting Soderbergh on their "best directors working today" lists. Indeed, such an instant reputation has sent him spiralling up to bigger and more lucrative projects (Erin Brockovitch and the upcoming Traffic and Oceans 11).

I was one of those who was impressed by Soderbergh's resurgence in Out of Sight -- until I realized that what I enjoyed wasn't anything Soderbergh had conceived: the plot and crackling dialogue was from Elmore Leonard, the direction equal parts Barry Sonnenfeld and Quentin Tarantino. I even had second thoughts about the worth of the film last year when I screened it to a horrified and bewildered class of students in China: Leonard's stories, while being masterfully distracting, are also vapid to the core. They're fun, but there's just nothing to build on. Perhaps that's why Tarantino has had such difficulty post-Pulp Fiction in developing his work out of the cliche it's become. It may therefore explain why he's done such little work in the past six years -- but still, these films need to be made, because there's still an audience hungering for them. Enter Soderbergh, taking the Out of Sight project as his entryway into the lucrative world of Hollywood niche filmmaking. Two years later, with four films to be released in the span of 16 months, he is king of the niche. What exactly is this niche? I'd call it the Smart Ass movie.

The Limey. seems out to prove Out of Sight wasn't a fluke, and ends up outlining his limitations. As in Out of Sight, he relies mostly on a bag of distracting, stylistic tricks to disrupt the narrative flow. Terence Stamp does a great job however.

Erin Brockovitch -- Has such a smarmy, faux-working class mentality. I have never seen such a case of a lone, self-righteous, antagonistic protagonist surrounded by a bunch of bumbling, condescending oppressors since Beverly Hills Cop. Everything in this movie is calculated to rouse the audience's sense of injustice. Poor beautiful Julia Roberts loses her job, is hit by a car, . It feeds on people's sense of victimization and self-pity, the feeling that the world is out to get them and none of their problems is due to any shortcoming on their part.

 

He's shifted from making movies that critique the yuppie lifestyle to making movies yuppies take their dates to.

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