If the medical drama leverages life-and-death stakes to wash viewers in emotion—those great, bathetic waves of romantic agony and release—Soderbergh refurbishes it into a delivery system for sensation.
Full Frontal’s constant and compulsive yanking the rug out from under the narrative isn’t just a formal game—it’s an attempt at identifying and resisting the tyranny of false stories.
There's a deftness to Ocean's Eleven that feels magical—of all the material for adults that I consumed a little too early, this was the only one that secretly felt like it was for kids.
Steven Soderbergh’s adaptation of Elmore Leonard’s Out of Sight is a heist story, a sexy potboiler, a noir rom-com that resurrects and perfects the lost art of cinematic sexual tension.
