Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Lucky is a heist caper that, to be fair, does what it says on the can. There is a heist. It is a caper. It also features an all-star cast and is said to be ‘the perfect summer entertainment’, which may or may not wash, depending on whether you believe the enjoyment of films is seasonally variable, or an average film is an average film, whatever the weather. It’s USP is that it’s ‘a red-necked Oceans’ or ‘a hillbilly Oceans’ so, in other words, it’s a riff on Oceans. Soderbergh directed the Ocean’s franchise, so it is hardly a stretch for him. Or us, for that matter.
Soderbergh, who can otherwise be interesting (Sex, Lies, and Videotape; Magic Mike; Behind the Candelabra), actually announced his retirement from film-making four years ago but has said that he could not resist this first-time script from Rebecca Blunt, if there is a Rebecca Blunt.
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