Hi. So I am going to try again to write reviewlets of films I see. But it probably won't last long. But here is my first for 2005. But anyway, Soderbergh, as always, does such a masterful job at flow (no one is better at getting timings right) and creating the requisite vibe -- good thing, as the same sucky screenplay directed by almost anyone else would be a C (or probably a D+ if you ditch the awesome celebrity cameo(s) at the three-quarter mark): the events on screen fall apart the moment one slightly considers their plausibility, and Roberts/Clooney giving their version of the story at Toulour's house -- ick. (It does not remotely make the sense.) Like last time, Mr. Grace almost steals the movie in a 20-second role; good job, Topher.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
