After watching maybe 15 minutes of these 3 attempt improvisational acting, i wanted to throw my XBOX out the window. I couldn't have cared less about the story. I was busy being distracted by terrible acting. They gave such little effort, it was insulting.
This film would have been so much better with a score that actually shared the same wavelength as the film. The dead images and ultrarealism set such a magnificent tone of desperation. If I could ask Soderbergh one thing, it would be: why did you choose to use such an obnoxious score that forces the audience out of the story? The music is in the characters and the death of the image.
The 21st century rural American realism, if you wish to give it a label as such, was very well captured. However, like a lot of Soderbergh's films, this felt too mechanical for me to appreciate. But outside of my opinion, not a bad film.
As much as I thought it was mediocre the first and only time I saw it, the images and moments of the film really stuck with me. I was extremely impressed with Soderbergh's ability to direct and draw convincing performances out of non-actors.
This all seemed pretty real to me. Two especially strong female performances, each character burdened and flawed, existing in their tiny worlds. There is no premeditation, just a run of banal events building up to point the bubble bursts. Only one of them was ever gonna make it out alive.
Casting was great, score was terrible. Soderbergh successfully captured an image of small-town middle America, injecting in it equal parts voyeurism and tenderness which made for what was, in my opinion, a great film. Unfortunately the score seemed alien to the world Soderbergh created, and was a distraction where it could have added more depth and humility.
straight up fly on the wall voyeurism from Soderbergh who kind of proves here that he is the real deal by following the glossy Ocean's twelve. This film had me sucked in till the very end with naturalistic acting from what appears to be non-actors.