L'inglese

In style, Steve Soderbergh's "The Limey" harks back to the days of freeform French, Italian and British filmmaking of the 1960's, utilizing many of the techniques that at the time were groundbreaking and innovative: the fragmentation of the time sequence, heavy reliance on jarring jumpcuts, the employment of near-subliminal quick cuts to indicate memory and anticipatory imaginings and a pronounced use of the handheld camera to generate a sense of pseudo-documentary realism. This throwback in style is more than appropriate because Soderbergh's film is drenched in a '60's sensibility, from the use of many of the stars of the period in both major and minor roles to the actual employment of scenes from 1967's "Poor Cow" to function as memories for the main character played by the star of both films, Terrance Stamp.

All the above elements make "The Limey" a quite unusual and, perhaps, even unique film of sorts. But I am afraid that this over reliance on technique does come with a price: the film, as a whole, becomes much more of an "exercise" than a fully engaging narrative, partly because the visual distractions keep distancing the audience from the story and characters that should be our focus. Stamp is brilliant as the British ex-con bent on avenging the death of his daughter in the alien world of Los Angeles - and, perhaps, the sense of dislocation caused by the obtrusive cinematic stylings is meant to reflect the similar state of Wilson's mind. That still doesn't excuse the surprising banality of much of the dialogue and the less-than-stellar performances from an otherwise noteworthy cast. Peter Fonda and Barry Newman both miss the mark in their roles as a successful record producer and his loyal bodyguard. Neither their performances nor their dialogue ring true.

"The Limey" seems to have more on its mind than just being a conventional crime revenge melodrama. Yet, do we really know much more about Wilson at the end of the film than at the beginning? Maybe it just becomes difficult to be greatly moved by a film that wants to be an elegy for a character we are given no real reason to admire. Thus, despite Stamp's marvelous performance and the impressive style of much of the film, "The Limey" doesn't add up to much in the long run.