Is Soderbergh somehow fundamentally incapable of making an uninteresting movie?
I don't think
this is among his better films; it's too clinical, too calculated, perfectly in the style of 40's movies but not quite there in tone. I cared for Rick and Ilsa, and even for Holly and Valli, but Clooney and Blanchett? /they do their best, the co-operate, but they fail to inject enough feeling to make this more than just a genre exercise.
A very well executed style exercise, don't get me wrong.
But it does make you wonder: can you be brilliant and still have a heart?
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