That Cliff Martinez score is a wonderful accompaniment to Soderbergh's skilful direction, but Spader's performance is the highlight. He balances his role with a subtle creepiness and charm that is immediately alluring and impossible to divert your attention from.
Soderbergh The Provocateur, with a catchy title but a hollow plot, sneakily crawls through the film pretending to be telling us something, pretending to know what he is saying. But, alas, what at some point may have looked like a Freudian essay where Oedipus & Electra meet at opposite sides of a super8 camera turns out to be a poor version of a pedestrian adulterous rambling, completely inconsequential and very dull.
I cannot express how powerful I found this film. Gorgeous camerawork, beautiful minimalist soundtrack from Cliff Martinez, organic yet consistently interesting dialogue and superbly underplayed acting, it is philosophical and confrontational and patient, and I love it to bits.
You can hear yourself in all the truths and lies uttered by these characters. Where the auteur style was probably very fresh in 1988, it's a style that now dominates most sit-coms and good dramas on the likes of Netflix. So atmospherically, it's not mind-blowing. But it's still important.