It's like four different films all put together, but luckily they were all pretty entertaining.

Went in with no pre-conceptions or previews watched. The type of film I was seeing changed four times during the viewing, each seamlessly showing itself to be another. This was a good thing.

A bit of logical softness in the middle, but I can't say how thrilled I am to stumble into this. Soderbergh is such a confident director that you could watch him film dinner. In the middle of the night. In a chemical fog. Just leaves the weapons where I can see them.

I tried to find this movie on vinyl, but all the fucking dj's are hoarding it.

The Hipster's lament:

If I give it an serious low score as a bad movie, than people won't think I "get" how funny it is. If I give it an ironic high score, then people might think I actually "liked" the film. Oh, Irony! Wicked muse.