What an odd little movie...
...I'm still trying to work out if I liked it or not..
Its pace is so leisurely it's almost like there is no urgency to anything.
Soderbergh peppers the story with rather indulgent and unnecessary stylistic flourishes that often jar and upset the flow of things.
The bizarre non-linearity of the narrative seems designed simply to disguise its painfully simple, derivative and uninspired plot that we've seen a thousand times before.
Lots of talented actors are given characters that are solely there to function as expositional delivery systems and not much more.
An out-of-place Jazz-influenced music score overlays everything, making it seem almost like a parody at times.
And yet....
I can't bring myself to hate the movie because something about it is just interesting. It has got this esoteric vibe going on. As if it were a cliche spy revenge movie made for people who don't like cliche spy revenge movies. But then who the hell is the audience for it?
The action crowd? The indie crowd? The arthouse crowd? All? None?
This is a good example of a film that feels like a "hipster". It wants so badly to be different and niche but really it's just silly and desperate. Still, even hipsters can have their highlights.