Soderbergh manages once again to make a disengaging film.
I find that with every Soderbergh film I watch, I am unsurprised that he has created a tediously boring story, peopled with shallow characters.
Understandably, Behind The Candelabra is a film about superficiality and neoliberal greed, but Soderbergh does not make an intentionally tacky, crass, or hollow film. Rather, it comes across as lazy, shallow, and amateur, and carried on the shoulders of Douglas' performance.
Behind The Cadlelabra is insultingly simple to watch.