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Out of Sight

(1998)

Easily Steven Soderbergh's best film, one of the few times where it feels like his formidable understanding of technique is matched by an enthusiasm for, and engagement with, the material. His playing with chronology, freeze frames and dissolves all serve the story, and his casting choices are spot on.

You'd have been forgiven for thinking Jennifer Lopez had a bright and shining career ahead of her, rather than romcom hell, and her chemistry with Clooney is palpable. Clooney's rarely been better cast, giving his bank robber suitable anti-heroic charm and lack of confidence in physical violence. The supporting turns are just as well-cast, from Steve Zhan's Glenn to Albert Brooks' Ripley. Then there's Don Cheadle, Catherine Keener, Ving Rhames, Luiz Guzman, Michael Keaton, Dennis Farina. And David Holmes' score and soundtrack choices perfectly compliment the action.

The DVD release of this was non-anamorphic so, while there's no new bonus material, the Blu-ray is a more than worthwhile purchase.

*****

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