DIRECTOR
Steven Soderbergh
SCREENWRITER
Scott
Frank
based
on the novel by
Elmore
Leonard
PRODUCERS
Danny DeVito
Michael Shamberg
Stacey Sher
CINEMATOGRAPHER
Elliot Davis
MUSIC
David Holmes
EDITOR
Anne V. Coates
CAST
George Clooney (Jack Foley)
Jennifer Lopez (Karen Sisco)
Ving Rhames (Buddy Bragg)
Don Cheadle (Snoopy)
Dennis Farina (Marshall Sisco)
Albert Brooks (Ripley)
Nancy Allen (Midge)
Catherine Keener (Adele Delisi)
Isaiah Washington (Kenny)
Steve Zahn (Glenn)
Luis Guzmán (Chino)
Keith Loneker (White Boy Bob)
Samuel L. Jackson (Hejira Henry)
Michael Keaton (Ray Nicolet)
MPAA rating: R
Running
time: 123m
U.S. release: June 26, 1998
Video availability: VHS - DVD
Other Steven
Soderbergh films
reviewed on this website:
- Erin
Brockovich
- Full
Frontal
- Ocean's
Eleven
- Solaris
- Traffic
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Out
of Sight won't cause
as much fuss as Pulp
Fiction did, but in its own relaxed and playful way it's
just about as entertaining. You can see it at the end of a rough
day and come out refreshed; it's like driving a new air-conditioned
car on a muggy day -- it's a smooth, cool ride in the midst of
summer-movie haze. The movie is about crime and attitude, language
and losers who think they can scam their way into the winners'
circle. In short, it's an Elmore Leonard story, and this is by
far the best Leonard adaptation so far, maybe because it doesn't
try so hard.
The movie begins by introducing Jack Foley (George Clooney),
who looks like a presentable businessman except for the tie he's
just torn off himself and flung onto the street. He strolls into
a bank and carries out a nonviolent heist with suave confidence
-- and that's the movie's tone, too. Jack isn't the hero, though
-- he's a typical Leonard sap, who harbors the illusion of a
lazy life of crime. The true hero is Karen Sisco (Jennifer Lopez),
a federal marshal who dates a married FBI guy (an amusing surprise
cameo here by an actor reprising his role from another Leonard
movie) and seems to want more from life than doing her job competently.
When Jack escapes from prison and winds up in a car trunk with
Karen, it's the Elmore Leonard version of meet-cute; they bond
by riffing on movies. (Quentin Tarantino, who adapted Leonard
in Jackie
Brown, owes more to him than to anyone else.)
Until now, George Clooney's most memorable roles outside E/R
have been Seth Gecko and Sparky the gay dog; here, he proves
what his performance in From
Dusk Till Dawn hinted at -- that, given a meaty character
and sharp dialogue, he can project the effortless grace of a
true movie star. His Jack Foley, who robs banks because he "isn't
a 9-to-5 guy," is a habitual criminal but not a hardened
one. He can take care of himself, but he's not a violent man
-- he doesn't even fire a gun until near the end of the film.
That Jack escapes being a thief-with-a-heart-of-gold is due equally
to Leonard and to Clooney, who enjoys playing Jack's growing,
ticklish attraction to Karen. He understands the giddy absurdity
of it: A bank robber falling for a U.S. marshal makes so little
sense that it makes perfect sense.
Jennifer Lopez is working on the same level, and she, too, transcends
being the huntress-who-falls-for-her-prey. What struck me about
Lopez here is that she hardly moves a muscle; Karen doesn't believe
in wasted energy. (Of course, Lopez plays more than a few scenes
in a tight leather coat, which prohibits movement.) Like Pam
Grier in Jackie Brown, Lopez sits and takes the measure
of the foolish men surrounding her; she lets them make a move,
and then she strikes. She's never better than when she's rebuffing
a succession of drunk ad executives at a Detroit hotel bar; when
Jack finally sits down across from her, it's as if to show the
other men what it takes to win her -- brains, for starters.
Out of Sight was directed by Steven Soderbergh (sex,
lies, and videotape), whose work here surprised me as much
as Curtis Hanson's work in L.A.
Confidential. Like Hanson, Soderbergh hadn't attempted
a crime drama before, but the genre turns out to be a natural
and comfortable fit. Working with a faithful script by Scott
Frank (who also adapted Leonard's Get Shorty), Soderbergh
loosens up and gets a jazzy rhythm going, with the help of cinematographer
Elliot Davis (whose camerawork is laid-back and hand-held) and
composer David Holmes, whose '70s-flavored score is so cool I
stopped on the way home to buy the album. (And a fine one it
is -- loaded with great dialogue from the movie and primo music-to-chill-out-to,
it's on its third spin on my player as we speak. It poses strong
competition to the Fear
and Loathing in Las Vegas CD.)
Soderbergh seems thrilled to be working with such a rich supporting
cast, too, and performers like Ving Rhames, Don Cheadle, Steve
Zahn (who's hilarious) and Albert Brooks do some of the best
work they've done in movies. Out of Sight makes it all
look so easy: adapt a terrific novelist faithfully, get a solid
director, hire a strong ensemble cast, and have fun with it.
If only more works of entertainment were made, like this one,
by people who know what they're doing! But apparently it isn't
that easy, and so a movie like Out of Sight stands among
routine Hollywood summer fare the way Karen Sisco stands among
the deluded saps on both sides of her profession -- an oasis
of intelligence in a desert of dummies. |